Ravenshook Cliffs [m]song of growth

the women faced one another, and chakliux did not move to compare them. he looked quietly at the mountain-walker lines of tullik, the hue of her eyes wildflowers beside the brine. and marina, curvatures of snow and a sea-gem gaze which welcomed him, them, both.
softly he breathed out so that their breath mingled triadically; he let his intent stare move between marina and tullik with teasing lust, though chakliux minded very little if he must — wait.