Moonstone Quarry quqsuqtaq ⋞

kukutux enjoyed the connection between the two of them, and the name he had given her. delight traveled the length of her own plume. the woman would have stepped forward to say more had not a silvermade young woman come upon them. honed, scarred; she reminded kukutux immediately of the green-eyed quiet huntress who had gone to the dancing lights, and a pang struck her heart.

"i am of moonspear," the duck murmured, and it was at this moment she realized the scent upon both her kinsman and this woman were the same. a quirk of her brow, a glance toward kigipigak. "i am kukutux, wife to the leader jarilo," the snowdrop went on, curious as to what sort of business the coldly beautiful woman could have with the proud spire.