Firefly Glen [PHE] kimmiurat ⧤

he was tall, this cloud over dark water.

but kukutux had only ever spoken kisuk for one man, and she did not change her tones now. "this woman thanks you," she offered instead in formal sunshine, allowing her posture to become soft with a submission she had not taught to those descendants of her own: a trained reaction to the masculine.

yet the old ways were soothing in this moment; to sink down before a respected man, to take his respect in turn.

it would be a good thing to bring back herbs; it was a good offering that boded well.

"i will speak clearly: the one who will marry my son, she has come to me. harsh words were given from some young ones of your camp to her ears. but not only hers; a child of sapphique saw these things also."

she repeated them now, falling silent for some moments.

but her eyes were kind. "aya! they are young. they are filled with fire and wish to show the power of their camp. i do not have anger. but ajei, she is hurting."

now quiet; she raised her jadestone eyes to his own before veiling them politely in a fall of lashes.