Ouroboros Spine I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

he laughed at her, called her woman

kukutux swept jade-gaze behind her lashes. "traders who return to old places also seek more than ice for a sleeping place," the duck rejoined, though her voice was soft with thoughtfulness. there had not come any trust to her yet; she was not sure she wished it there, however. the man spoke and told her that they would share this place.

the moonbow was unsure of what to make of such an arrangement. he had given no true indication of what he would wish, and did not want to settle and build something where her work might be of use to him. the duck studied raimos a long moment. sialuk had given her name, and it would be worthless to lie. "i am called kukutux."

wary snow birds in a drift. her gaze lengthened for a moment and then dropped away, lifting as always in the direction of moonspear.