Totoka River I'm tongue-tied and dizzy

He did not anticipate a call in return, but hoped, strangely. Having been denied Kukutux and then insulted by both the moon-woman and the sivullik, none had taken kindly to Raimo until the woman of shadows. He paced; he waited, with dimming patience, for any sign that he was in the right place.

Perhaps returning to the quarry would be better, he thought. Had he overshot her hiding place?

What of the forest, could she be found there?

Then there came a feeling, some sort of magnetism maybe, that drew his attention to the white sand beach. Raimo doubted what he was witnessing; out of the mist of the white-capped waves materialized the sharpened features of the woman.

Her racy figure moved to him, to where he had walked a small groove in to the grains. A low sound of both pleasure and invitation heralded her arrival, as he sickled cat-like around her, greedy for the embrace.