Ocean's Breath Plateau dentalium

red leaf was horrified. her jaw falls in defeated surprise, apologetic and humiliated; she whimpers and hangs her head between her shoulders. oh, i am so sorry, a cousin claim? he was off hunting with another woman? cousin or not, a silent magma-burst of anger now roiled beneath her skin. he is-- he can be difficult. spirits, i never get a break, do i?
she would have offered to speak with him, but in what world would he listen to her?
perhaps it was the softness of chakliux's tone, or the way he looked at her son, but red leaf felt as if she was crumbling. the tears begin again, and this time she chokes on them, the dagger in her chest twisting and twisting until she wishes she could scream.
i am a bad wife, she is quiet, hesitant to even speak it aloud; she cannot help but peer over chakliux's shoulder just in case cen should make an appearance. she tries to pay attention to the sound of the crashing waves just outside the door. sometimes he gets so angry with me, and i don't know why, and now i am talking to another man-- but he, he is with another woman! i-i do not know what i did. i have given him a son. i have-- i have travelled with the herds, i have learned some lanzadoii, i-i even hunted with him for the first time. and it is still not enough! i am still doing something wrong. h-he says that i anger him. what am i supposed to do? i--
why was she speaking of him in this way? she did not want to, and yet she cannot stop, even as disgust curls its ugly tendrils in her stomach. she glances down at her son, her beautiful boy, and yet; i wasn't ready for this.