Moonspear we just sell different parts of ourselves

"to put down roots is an important thing," kukutux commented softly, glancing up at wintersbane a second shy time. "are you not afraid that you will grow restless? i ask now, for wives must be promised a consistent foundation." the duck had not borne the misfortune of being forced to move about during the moons of carrying children; moonspear had been a constant backdrop for sialuk and saviguk.

and yet she knew that no other woman would tolerate less than she had been given. "my last question is about her face," and because she burned with embarassment to even consider speaking upon what was considered beauty, kukutux hoped that wintersbane might comprehend her meaning. the visage of his wife; he had not said anything to the consideration of loveliness, but the duck knew that men saw such things first, and wished to know it firsthand from the warrior.