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wilwarin was gentle and acceptant. but kukutux wished to reach beyond the veneer of the dutiful girl.

her breath sharpened in the pit of her throat and the greenway eyes closed tightly for a long moment.

"they are here."

the watchful eyes. the knowing ones. the soundless tread of lynx. the aged shuffle of tooteega. kukutux turned to face into the cold air and opened her gaze.

she looked upon the place where the dancing lights might dance.

"speak to them, wilwarin."

moonwoman's voice was firm with encouragement. "tell them of what you have suffered."