Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

aiolos moved to embrace her, and kukutux answered with a figure that followed in wonder. legs she had believed would stiffen with resistance notably did not; she went to him swiftly and with a sharp little sob that belied the great salt sea behind her aching eyes. and somehow for the moon it was as if the nine days had not passed — at last hot rivulets cut trails along her pale countenance.

her tears she hid from aiolos; kukutux had managed to be silent with them, and now stood with her delicate crown tucked tightly against his shoulder, the slope of her neck warmed by his throat. muscle and muscle the duck relaxed, folding herself close with a single choking sound left. she tasted the bitterness upon her lips. it was unseemly to have aiolos so close. it was untoward to be alone with him. it was forbidden to be touched so by a man who was not her husband. 

all taboos that bound the woman no longer. she was uigganik again. and so the duck clung grimly to the redsun, as much from desperation as affection. aiolos had been a constant in her life before the gods bid moonspear its end. and here he was again.

"you are far from home." breathless in the next, clasping for composure, drawing away to a more polite distance, greenjade eyes suddenly empty, empty.