Hoshor Plains Pikpagigaa

there is still so much tension that snaps hungrily in the air between them, a palpable slavering beast, emitting largely ( if not entirely ) from kivaluk himself. the wounds too raw and too festered for kivaluk to think about forgiving. he will take time, if it ever fully occurs. that was not something he could promise and thus, did not.

his stony-faced facade almost drops when kigipigak mentions chickadee.

chickadee will be my wife. kivaluk says in response to the first question as well, shoulder-stiffed and mind going a thousand and one different directions.

a moment and then two passes, barely more than a few stilted heartbeats. how does my sister fare? a genteel inquiry wrapped with the barbed wire truth of how he ( still ) felt about their union. despite his feelings on the union and his disapproval, he still cared about ariadne.