Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

kukutux nodded. "it is permitted. i wish for all of you to speak as sialuk and i do. it is good to know more than one tongue, i think, and more if you are traveller." again, his care, raising adrastus in her eyes. he was skilled with his care and had not decided things as raimo had. and yet kukutux remained unsure of him. perhaps behind a fine demeanour there lurked other wants.

she would find out.

"you are a good reflection of them." well-raised and mannerly. he would have been a sought-after choice for the girls upon her island. with an inner start, kukutux felt how long it had been since she had called herself a girl. a widow. a mother. a widow a second time, now. she wished adrastus might begin his life more sweetly.

unsure if she had been asked after her favourite things, the duck mulled upon this for a long moment. "any fur has use," she demurred gently, and then decided to quietly choose from among the hues pictured in her mind. "fox. marten. the cousin of muskrat, the one with the flat tail." had it been desdemona who told her of its name: beaver? she could not remember. it had been so long ago.

"i will make them ready. take them to your ulaq," she said softly, hintingly. 

she wanted adrastus to meet much success.