Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

cloudberry tea woman; her voice like the gentle fall of rain against the feathered branches of ferns in a deep wood. kukutux had not considered the hierarchy of wives, because she had not considered that she would be a wife again. "i told —" raimo that i was not ready for a husband.

kukutux pulled her eyes from the gentle one who had learned to command a world of colorful hues. someone such as lótë should be given the opportunity to experience the first-rose of becoming one with a new husband. the duck did not want to subject her patient kinswoman to the rigid world of first-wife and second, of his duties to them both, of the way that their children might be reared.

"aya," the duck said almost in a whisper, gemstone gaze wet at its edges. "if i was not moonwoman, i would say yes to this. i know there would not be strife between us if we shared the same hearth." and yet.

"sivullik marries who he chooses. but i cannot be among those he looks at. it would mean that you are second wife, always. this is not a fair thing to you, lótë." and there was no desire in her for a husband, only a bitter shout where a blossoming adoration for the blackfox had once been.