Stavanger Bay yagirhak ⤟ [m]

There were no secrets between them. No dishonesty nor question of their love for one another. They would never replace one another and never would look to, either. 

When Kukutux danced between them, Aiolos knew now first hand that she had no problem with bouncing her affections between them. Aiolos would always be her husband, her Sun man and Sakhmet now, her wife. 

She was the tie between them, pulling them closer and closer to one another, beckoning it. 

His snow dances to him again and he reaches out, mouthing at her nape, tugging, licking her jawline. And Sakhmet flutters away, shyly, though her body spoke with eagerness. Aiolos head lifts, sniffing the salty air mingled with her scent. He is hesitant to go to the flaming woman and looks to Kukutux for answer.