Ouroboros Spine anittaima ◬

kukutux favoured him with a look that soon swept into joy, and then a deep girlish flush beneath the velvet fur of her pale visage. first, to the cloudberry woman. she shifted in the warm water, observing how the ripples crossed the small surface and shimmered to life around the shoulders of adrastus.

"she is ready to be wife to you. bring to me three furs like snow from the rabbit brothers who live high. it says your future is ready to be painted with what you make together." an easy enough task, she suspected; he had hunted lynx, after all! "in my ulaq, in front of my eyes, give them to her. say your words. she accepts them, and you are her husband. and she is your wife."

ach woman wished her own message. lótë was not a warrior; she enjoyed the small and beautiful things that created a larger world. he was hunter. and the painting-woman walked with deer. two parts of a natural world. 

aiolos. kukutux could not keep the delight from the curve of her mouth. "this woman would have happiness if sivullik chose the sun man for her hearth this year."

tentative, and blooming with gratitude that both men should treat her ways so well.