The Sunspire the prom

He remained steady and silent, and the starwoman allowed the hush to remain, enjoying the quiet sound of footfalls on the earth as they made their way toward Mahler and his village. When he slowed, pulling her in, Sialuk felt herself once more wheeling in that same emotional space she had when he had professed that he wished to court her. Grand words and compliments would get him far, and perhaps he knew that already. She returned the kiss with one of her own upon the underside of his chin. You say this as if I do not have all I desire, she teased, falling into step alongside him once more.

To his question, she shook her head. Sakhmet is wed only to anang, she replied, pausing for a moment to think of the children that came of Sakhmet. Atâtanguang—ah... husband of my mother—he gave children to Sakhmet, but they do not have hearts as one. Perhaps only because Kukutux could not provide this for her wife on her own, she and Aiolos had agreed upon it amongst themselves.

This is how village works together, makes everyone happy. She smiled, thinking of the little bundles of fluff that were likely outgrowing the ulaq now.