Hoshor Plains [m] and the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Mature Content Warning

This thread has been marked as mature. By reading and/or participating in this thread, you acknowledge that you are of age or have permission from your parents to do so.

The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: Some adult humor.

What was spoken was nothing that Kaluktuk expected. Something about the coming spring, or the hard work of preparing hides and meats, or worries about their pairing and the resulting tension with the Moonwoman. No, it was her name! He wanted to laugh suddenly, but that would not help.

Her thoughts were valid. She was not a girl any longer (he had taken care of that!). Her ties with the Sunshine People had shifted, expanded. Kaluktuk was pleased to hear her take ownership in some way of Tartok; and he was otherwise silent.

There was only one thing that encompassed all of Ariadne now. All that she was becoming, and had attained, and as he thought of it he smiled. There is a name for you. He admitted, and as he looked to the water and watched the ripples slowly ease, he saw the two of them reflected.

Tatkigiksuk. She would know this word; their language was not so different between Moon Tribe and Tartok. Leaning close he mentions, If I was still Kigipigak, and you were Tatkigiksuk, I would be inside you always. A joke! Now! But of course.