Hoshor Plains hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

"Come away with me. After all of this; let us put aside bride price and other nonsense, and be married on our own terms." Kaluktuk purred.

His offer was appealing, but Ariadne knew it would come with consequences. After all, a bride price had been set, and as far as she knew, that would have to be paid before they could wed; she wondered what would happen if it remained unpaid. She didn't entertain the thought for long as his voice cut in again and said her rightful title: "Issumatar"; a reminder of her control. Sunshine people be damned—doting over Kivaluk and Chickadee's wedding, alienating their actual children, babying the one who acted poorly. She thought of Kaluktuk and his ways and how he'd shown her nothing but love; it was a decision between her desire and her duty. She'd always been loyal to the way of the Sunshine people but felt that loyalty had only gotten her so far.

Consequences be damned; she had an awful taste in her mouth, but she swallowed it down and leaned to whisper in his ear. I will follow you, sangilak.