Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

opalia was alone. behind the gilded beauty of her face was a sorrow that kukutux strangely wished to assuage. "it is good to have someone," the duck repeated softly, thinking of wintersbane. of aiolos. "i am sorry that you have seen such loss."

the falling rocks — the memory of them blood-vibrant and horrible to this very hour —

"i am the last of my own as well," kukutux whispered softly. "but you do not have to be alone as i once was, opalia." breath gone dry somehow. she drew her strength from the snow-draped surroundings. "there are two men. one lives here in moonspear, and the other upon the sea, in yuelong. both have much to offer a wife. both have asked me to be matchmaker." a pregnant silence falling.