Moonsong Glacier akiaguk ¤ {m}

There was a fire in her that he identified with; it was similar in nature to his own when he was younger (when I was your age— he thought,) and the look in her eye now was his own, mirrored. The man lets out a groan of deafeat and throws his head back, hugging her a moment and then releasing her. Kilgitsuk cannot help the obvious attraction between them, but he can put a hold on his own impulsive nature, at least for now.

When he looks at her again it is with a juvenile grin, and he plays with his own frustration over the matter. You can have whatever you want, and I will make sure of it! But there were other things to consider, and Kilgitsuk being the matured party of the pair, thought of all the things they had discussed of their people, and their differences, and he thought also of Kukutux, and approval, and so much beyond the desire in his body!

Do I court you? He mused.

Do I do what the sunshine-people do, for once? Or should I challenge Chakliux, and Dutch, and any other men that winter dredges up for your affections? He's overt about things now, and while his voice is full of amusement he is to a degree, serious in his questions. What would you have me do?