Wheeling Gull Isle sapinngik ╬

aiolos had soft words for her, the sort of thing that might come from stories. she remembered how she had first met him, with sialuk and her brother not yet born, the pair of them tucked into the curve of their mother's hips. how he had spoken kindly to her, how he had not acted in the hard and possessive way of men. and how he had maintained his tone for her through these years, until by now kukutux had become used to it.

mother moon. "then you are sikinik. sun man. and when your face makes a smile, we say aya! sikinaagiksuk! the sun is shining.'"

grandmother. it is right that my heart should feel this way?

you have done your mourning. blackfox sleeps in sedna's arms.

she was dizzied; raimo's face swept to her mind, and with that the hurt that he had left her for a woman of the sea, and had returned only to tell her this.

aiolos. they stood enshrined in lavender, and kukutux felt some place within herself begin to mend.