Moonspear makaik ⧎

kuktutux did not have a moment to dream before raimo's tones shadowed her own, filled with a resolution she had feared.

and pain for him, that the woman who had comforted him after the moon's own choice had left the shadowhunter.

she did not know what else to give him, but the sensation of wanting swept through her again, reflected in the glimmer of jadestone as her gaze fell. kukutux wanted to tell him to go, she wanted to ask him to stay, to beg, to throw away the beginning of what had become moonglow. 

but it was not her place to argue with him, and it would not have occurred to the duck to assume he meant more than what he had said.

"this place is your home," she said suddenly, eyes filled with a fervency to match his own low voice. "it does not matter how far you travel away, it will call to you." not a prayer, not a curse; something zealous, heart to match the snap of a thousand things inside her spirit. 

"i will wait."