Ouroboros Spine kanevvluk ⫔

kukutux' eyes danced. her laughter was like wind in sweetgrass. "three wives! what other man can boast so much?" but he would provide for all of them, all the children born to his hearth.

secretly moonwoman hoped that one year her sun man would relent and lay with another of these future wives. she would like blood-kin for her sons and daughters, cousins who might go with them to create new villages. but she knew to speak such was an insult to aiolos, who loved only her in that way.

"i hope she does come again, and that she does bring fjall. it will be good to see her face again." her heart thrummed and then she thought of the winterhawk.

"i have not seen a wife's happiness in sakhmet since they came here again, husband." she did not know kigipigak's heart. she did not wish hurt for him. but he kept to himself. sakhmet burned with guilt. why had he not comforted her?

she could not know.

her eyes grew thoughtful. "do you know her, sun man?"