Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

simbelmyne was upset. chakliux did not understand. dutch did not want sulukinak in that way at all; he had always likened their relationship to one of siblings, an older brother who guided a younger sister. 
but chakliux saw pain in simbelmyne's eyes when she turned from them; the discomfort was in the tone of her voice and even how she moved away from he and dutch. and soon he and the mikiak were alone again, morning doves calling in the high glow and hawks wheeling over the long branches.
chakliux exhaled and gave dutch a long, level look. "you do not want her to go. but you will make a — you will be friendly to this cen?" he did not judge, he only wished to understand, and leaned against a tree in thought.
"his wife is alone in moontide. he leaves her often and did not stay even when she delivered." he mused. "i will go and speak to her. maybe she has more to say about him that i can bring to you."
a glance now, at the wavering branches which indicated where simbelmyne had gone.