Firefly Glen [PHE] Strides

that rodyn did not trust these wolves held weight with kukutux. something great had come to this gathering, and it was an event which must be kept far from they and their trading.

sympathy for the young mother was great, brightened as the duck saw pharaoh and her proud husband on grave approach. 

nodding to her law-son so that rodyn might know she had heard his words, kukutux moved to greet the akashingo wolves.

a child. why did so much anguish center around those who were young? her heart ached for pauk and nutuyikruk and little fox; she remembered the kindness of samani and the laughter of ariadne.

and now vaire lay sick.

aiolos spoke, questioning. kukutux counted among those who had come, considering in silence a war party. quiet at the side of her sun man, she nevertheless reached to comfort the somber pharaoh, hearing much strength and sensing beneath it a motherly fear.

what they asked was great. moonmother did not think these wolves would come to the wilderness. they did not have such wealth as to attract many eyes. their power was in land and in the lineage of nuiruk which each year spread farther.

and yet pauk and nutuyikruk weighed harshly upon her. pharaoh had given to kukutux a powerful talisman, and its power was so that now moonwoman questioned again. could not the young ruler be trusted in part? 

still it remained significant that neither rodyn nor aiolos spoke in great amiability. it was to be noted.

when the image of the man had been given, she looked between them all. "do you give this inviting only to moonglow, or to all those who have camped here?" the duck asked first. was it a mention of friendship, or a request? her warmth remained, her concern true, but she wished directness now that yet again a child had found harm.