Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

Yet Kukutux went on, undeterred by Toad's dismissal. As the white vision spoke of someone else's list, for once, Toad couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. He makes lists too, she thought. It was altogether much better than her own list of demands for a husband. She went through it on her own.

☑ Patience
☑ ...kindness?
☑ She... figured she probably had a good heart. Wasn't that the same thing as kindness?

Toad hesitated in telling herself that she fit all of the boxes. A weird, twisted frowning smile followed as she peeked up at Kukutux's pleasant gaze. She breathed out a nervous sigh, suddenly willing to entertain the idea, but feeling very unsure about all of it. What if he didn't like her? What if he was mean to her? It didn't seem like any harm could come from a visit, at the very least. She was certainly tired of chasing ghosts of men that didn't seem to exist.

Toad pressed her lips together and made a small grin, which made her look more amphibian-like than ever. I wish you could win an award for convincing people, my friend, she said, grabbing the remainder of the venison with her paw and not-so-delicately pulling it up to her mouth to chew on once again. It'd be a good change of pace anyway to visit Yuèlóng. If they can deal with the cold sea, then so can I. So long as Osiris can lose me for a bit, I'm happy to visit at.. at least...

She paused, licking at the salty meat. What is his son's name? Do you know?