Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

"no," chakliux murmured, for though he had shared words with others, he had not indulged them or himself. he had chosen simbelmyne but she had not picked him for this First Rite. their interlude would come later. he had chosen ariadne; she had chosen kaluktuk, but it did not mean their connection was over. how could he explain further what 'choice' meant for him when it was not an immediate embrace? 
the tone ciri now carried irritated chakliux, who did not care for jealousy and less for judgement. in many ways he invited these things upon his own head, though he would not admit it.
it was good ciri was heading for the village moonglow; her ways were more acceptable by the standards of the moon woman.
he closed then and watched the snow flicker past, considering that he had given broken bones and sleeping children to become a seal hunter in this place of beautiful women and hard men.