Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

kukutux shook her head softly. "it is not perfection that makes a wife. it is only devotion." she herself with a thousand flaws, and jarilo had not given her a word toward one of them. she believed it loyalty and the interweave of affection. the second had grown upon the loom of the first.

there had only ever been peace in being his choice.

"i left the things that i knew because they did not bring me peace." they had not saved her, the memories; in the end it had been first the elf and then the blackbear. "there are times where a woman must leave behind what is known and make a life that belongs only to her. it is those times where she discovers how to build, and she realizes she will build good things." the jadeite gaze solemn as it searched the striking cloudberry features of her companion.