Broken Boulder i hope you devour

He anticipates some jesting to follow, but it does not. Praimfaya takes his commentary and dismisses it swiftly without hearing the humor in it and Kigipigak lets it go easily enough. He is used to the bantering of a tribe of people, or at least the snide jabs of Valmua, and has yet to fully shed the final vestiges of his prior connections.

Kigipigak does take notice of an expression that slips across Praimfaya's face, one he cannot make sense of. It will take him time to learn of her behaviors and how to read her, if that should ever happen. Her comment —a caveat placed upon her by the sounds of it— does not elicit much of a reaction from the man.

That is the way of things, Kigipigak states, shrugging.

Among my people it is the issumatar that makes such decisions, being the strongest among us. She may take a mate for the season or for her entire life, at her discretion. The strongest of the men produce the strongest children to inherit what she has built.

Kigipigak wondered what the issue could be. Besides, he said the same to me. That I might take a wife. Do you disagree?