Moonsong Glacier through the fog of an early morn

she settled with understanding little, and decided it would not be worth fretting over. this territory of wife and husband nonsense had not appealed to her before, and had not during the women's circle, so to hear speak of it now from dutch was an oddity but one she would accept. he would have a wife one day; he would build a conclave, she thought. if there were ever a lodge built, she would be included too.

perhaps in time she might see things his way. for now she was reluctant to place upon him the word of conclave because it was still such a heavy thing to sulukinak. i do not want to be wife. she admits this as openly as anything else. her body unfurls as she stretches, trying to rid herself of the tension that their conversation instilled to her. toes splaying.

a mother maybe. but i do not have much to teach. that is what a mother is for. but she did want children, she thought. maybe one day. she could think of no other purpose than to have a son or daughter and be close again with someone the way she had been with her mother.

thought you were close, but you weren't really, she corrected herself.