Lake Rodney qirniqtaq ⦿

and when she glanced forward and took a step or two, it was to pause again. a delicate wraith of rosebark with seaglass eyes was moving toward her, accompanied by a younger vision of darker shades and a tea-hued stare.

it was upon her, this gaze; kukutux did not see it as polite to move off now that she had been seen. "i greet you," she called toward the first of the two strangers, shifting forward only a small distance with a wave of her pale plume to accompany the gesture.