Hoshor Plains dawncloud

ariadne turned out to be a wonderfully beautiful young woman, so close in age to chickadee herself that it was easy to think immediately of her own sisters with a pang of homesickness. "oh! it was no trouble," she said with a sidelong grin. "i'm glad you could put it to use."
having no idea of the feelings between ariadne and her mother, chickadee was able to focus only on the fact that she and the other woman were both, maybe, going to be mothers in the spring. the thought clenched her belly; she spun away from it. "your nephew salaksartok ran into kaluktuk the other day. it was nice to see them talking. i'll teach him the word for uncle, akka, i think."