Noctisardor Bypass it's easy for a slip to turn into a stumble

Living here had not been a difficult thing, especially so with winter on its way out, and Kigipigak wondered if he would make an attempt to stay beyond the length of the agreement; he had told Mahler that he could provide through the chilling months and had in turn been given the go-ahead to put down roots. Now, unsure of his decision around becoming a father, Kigipigak had begun to overthink other aspects of his life here.

He was not bound to anyone with great strength. He had no aokatti here. No woman would seek him to father their children without commitment and Kigipigak did not know if he could pledge himself in such a way. The words of Sequoia ate at him; she had been straightforward in her assessment of him and while it burned to hear aloud, he now thought of those words and reflected upon them.

Hey, you, came a voice — drawing him from roundabout thoughts.

He staggered as he paused, turning to look around. The woman was standing just shy of his path; he must have passed her by without notice. Huh? Kigipigak murmured as he caught her eye. Did you need something?