Moonspear aupajaangajuq ⧉

"it is dead." so she believed; hearing whispers but her mind had been fixed to loss. a breath and a smile as kukutux found herself pleased by the words. it reminded her of the rites she had brought to the teekon, a way to remember those who had passed without saying their names.

but norah's talk of the mother hydra almost provoked a frown. surely the other woman knew that hydra had lost her son osiris? but perhaps it was truly something kept to ostregas, and she blinked to realize that, still, was considered one such. "it is a bad thing to lose a child long before you are ready to give up your years." one that kukutux hoped fervently she would not experience.