Firefly Glen tigugaa

Tags for reference, open. (*Note: smells strongly of Ariadne.)

Kilgitsuk traveled once more from the village and the cloud-woman; as the snow picked up, he kept himself warm on thoughts of her, in the crude way that men often do; he felt better now than he had in many days, and thought that with @Ariadne's blessing he could, and would, succeed in bringing everything together for her altar. He thought also of bride-price, and scoffed at the idea — not because he did not wish to have her in the spring, but because he could not trust that @Kukutux or @Aiolos would want him as a son-in-law.

He knew it would be best to go to them and to speak plainly. It was their way to have suitors ask for permission from the parents, and yet he felt himself above this, separate from this, as a Tartok man. It was Ariadne who wished for him to pay the bride-price to honor her people's ways — and he knew there would be many men to fight, to honor his own.

For now, he would hunt. He would keep his mind on his work, for now. There was plenty of time for the head of the village to explore her desires with him before the spring arrived.