Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

her maw would open once, jaw parted in a sigh of faux shock, brows drawn together, as if offended, only for her own lilting laughter to leave her. she could appreciate a not-quite-perfect smile. nothing was quite perfect about this man, dolce, and so she found herself ever the more fascinated. more than she had been with the forthbringer she had once been set to marry, although she pushed the memory away.

aggakkut, snowwoman shook her head, smiling. you are not to know, yet. i will tell you, ah ... when you are ready, but something knowing, faint and humorous, glinted like embers behind pale-orange eyes. everything about her was light, almost airy, from her complexion to her silky fur, her melody and her precise, careful movements. she seemed to be defined by grace, and yet something, deep down, burned within her.

and she could not help but giggle at his butchering of the arctic word. how funny it was, how they came from such distant worlds. snowwoman, desert man. i do not make fun, rala laughed, then. it is nice thing, aggakkut, and it was the truth, although she would not reveal the meaning of the word just yet. perhaps she would make him work for it - earn its' reveal, although she did not know how long he would stick around.

the heartlands, nanuralaaq tested the name of the location upon her tongue. when she gave a final, approving nod of her head, she would answer his question: in common, it is called muskox grounds, she begun, ever the talker. beautiful place. you call it, ah, sunset plains, where i was born. orange fields for miles. gorgeous at the namesake-time ; sunset, it is where her den had been. where the union between tribes had been forged by the generations to come. her and her littermates.

my lands are very, very much north from here, rala explained, then. two weeks of travel. long days, very cold at first, but here, it is warmer. and then, although she was not the shy type, nor embarrassed, nor unabashed, she said, with a dry laugh: i get told, ah, 'rala, you talk too much'. accompanied with a careful shift of her shoulders.