Silverlight Terrace [M] Left and Leaving

Ittuk. Whip indulged in this fantasy eagerly enough -- he could be Ittuk if this stranger desired him to be whoever that was to her. It was sometimes easier to become someone else, to shed one's name -- one's baggage -- and begin again. It always ended the same though, yet Whip, or rather, the newly minted Ittuk, held his tongue.

"Ittuk it is then," he hummed, will breaking as he leaned into this instinctual pull.

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Heart thrumming and on the crest of a stuttering breath, bodies disentangled. He rode the high for a moment before thinking of the burden that he had laid on her back. A moment of clarity. A familiar guilt creeped along Whip's spine, but he hid it well enough.

Perhaps, it was best to see this through.

"Sialuk, head of Moonspear," Whip spoke as he pulled away with an odd question on his mind -- especially given the circumstance. "Does this woman seek recruits?"