Moonsong Glacier annun ⤟

word had come from a man once disgraced within moonglow.

ariadne was building a place of her own, even as she healed. while kukutux did not care for chakliux, she was pleased quietly at this news, and amused, for she had done the same in moonglow.

her eyes closed for a moment; she pondered mauruk, her gone sea girl, and sakhmet.

fire-wife.

grief charred her edges. the duck put a wrap of bright foxfur about her shoulders and went out to find the place her daughter would claim. it was not so long a journey, another pleasantry.

but it was the scent along the borders which stopped the duck immediately. she knew it, and she did not. she knew it, yet she could not say.

how can a woman forget a child she once saw born?

was it —

the duck called now for @Fjall, wavering.