August 28, 2024, 01:58 PM
maybe akmaaksi had already led it go.
in some moments, anaa's face was bright. she laughed, caught forever in the beauty of early motherhood and her own ambition.
in others, akmaaksi only sensed her mother through the ancestral memory that ties one's soul at birth.
cedar. sunlight. windsong. mother.
she adjusted the pelt over tautukpik's shoulders, smoothing it down. he looked very fine in it; the sight of him drew a very rare smile from akmaaksi, just a quick flick along the corners of her mouth. one day he would look like this but taller, and walk back home as ipiktok had done.
would grandmother speak of marrying him off too?
the girl's humour faded. moonmother could not send tautukpik away — right? she would not?
in some moments, anaa's face was bright. she laughed, caught forever in the beauty of early motherhood and her own ambition.
in others, akmaaksi only sensed her mother through the ancestral memory that ties one's soul at birth.
cedar. sunlight. windsong. mother.
she adjusted the pelt over tautukpik's shoulders, smoothing it down. he looked very fine in it; the sight of him drew a very rare smile from akmaaksi, just a quick flick along the corners of her mouth. one day he would look like this but taller, and walk back home as ipiktok had done.
would grandmother speak of marrying him off too?
the girl's humour faded. moonmother could not send tautukpik away — right? she would not?
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