Ouroboros Spine The time I knew what happiness was

at first kukutux did not know what he meant, and then her jade-gaze cleared with understanding. her mother had spoken of such, of the widows who welcomed young hunters into manhood. was she such, now? the thought struck the flint of chaos within her; the duck attempted to piece together each reaction raimo had given, and thereby know how she might speak to him.

she did not reach to the shadowhunter, as much as she ached to do so; the feathermoon remained silent and aloof, aside from him even as her form cried out for his arms. she could not see his gaze now, all of him drenched in the darkness. 

"your touch means that i am free," she said softly. "but not from what moonglow must have to make itself strong." that was the gist of it. kukutux hoped raimo would begin to understand.