Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

a voice spoke in the snowduck's breast. moonspear and the glen must be rebuilt. kukutux looked with fresh gaze upon opalia, watching with a minute surprise as the beautiful gemstone grew soft and vulnerable before her eyes. and then her harrowjade eyes had slid to the bones.

a sigh expanded her flanks.

"yes. they have my words with me as they travel to the lights." kukutux did not clarify, though would have done so had the lovely woman inquired after it. she caught tonguetip between teeth, waiting. "when my first great grief came, i found solace in my children," she said gently, briefly.