Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

kukutux was indeed weighed by their words, but not with the presence of lótë. she gave a grateful and affectionate smile as the other turned aside their conversation to easier things: tasks and the doing of them. "this would bring me much joy," the duck said more brightly.

"i will teach to your ears a song my sister once made, when she was angry that our mother had given her many tasks that day. we went to the rocks beside the sea, and we took the good itik eggs, and she sang,"

kukutux, starting back to her work once more,

girls do not need their mother forever!

what the old ones say is wrong!

i am angry! i say to you, i will go and find a husband,

then i will not have to gather;

my husband will hunt, aiyana, aiyana,

then i will only watch and laugh!