Barrow Fields uujaujaq ⋇

it was a good thing val was not telepathic. the mere image of beholding kukutux wish for a watery grave would have sent him into hysterics. his own fear of the dark deep aside, there was little of that call of the void val would ever understand.

the stranger turned to him, her jadestone eyes free of hostility; some other emotion lingered there that val could not place.

yet her tone seemed kind -- for that, val settled at ease. "i'm val!" he chirruped, tilting his head to the side as he studied her. "are you okay?" there were many things val was not, but he was intuitive -- and something hung around this stranger like a cloud val could just barely see from his periphery.