Ouroboros Spine atiga-anun

they will lingers unsaid in the stern set of kivaluk's jaw. he knew what kind of husband he wished to be to chickadee, what kind of father he wished to be to their sons and daughters, may they be many! kivaluk was not a wanderer, not a trader nor traveler. he was content to remain a steady and stalwart fixture in the place he made home. a mountain standing firm against the yanking winds of time and temptation.

he'd never truly been tempted by the desire to find, only to build.

kigipigak speaks again and kivaluk takes the request as a plea, considering it in silence.

the hands of time could not be reversed to undo what was already done and kivaluk wonders if there was anything he desired from the man that had sired him.

i will think on it. kivaluk offers simply, after a prolonged silence. if only that his new brothers and sisters might know him, chickadee and their nieces and nephews. this reminds him of lost galana, not so little anymore if she still lived and his heart gives a painful thump. she, too, would be a stranger to him as akkuma was.