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sivaak's advice would not go unheard, however she only acknowledged it with a firm nod of her head. otherwise, she shifted to listening with an evident intrigue that shone, glimmering within her pale gaze. the closer step was not met with any sort of retaliation, nor fear or surrender. instead, she peered into scarlet hues, observant. perceptual. nothing could get past her sharp sight, no mannerisms nor micro-behaviours. watching.

she had heard a tale similar to this one - and although the sea being god struck a similar cord, it was not that aspect of the story that she focused on, rather that sivaak, being a woman that stood before her, believed that she was meant to be born a man. born wrong. the word marruilingajuq came to mind, and she wondered if sivaak indentified with such a term, or rather found herself more akin to the masculine roles, rather than the pure being of masculinity - a man. shedding blood, killing, for the dark waters.

it sounded of a story of worth, of defiance and strength. resilience. even when the world, when sivaak's very center of belief turned against her, she earned her place with her people, and such a tale garnered admiration from the snowwoman. i see you, rala said, eye contact unwavering, unbreaking, for those who turned their sighs away would be considered a coward within the eyes of the polar-cub. the ocean takes the final breaths of our people, and it was considered honourable ; noble, even.

sanngijuuvutit. piusainiq qungasirurnit, takłiarijarnit, auk piuningani, aungnit tivvuarijarnit. ammalu aungiqsisimanngikkaluaqtilluta, ivvit, ammalu ilinnut, tamanna niqturnaqtuq, her words, although their exact meaning would be lost upon sivaak, were said with such conviction that she could likely garner the admiration that flowed from them. the approval that shone within her dawn-like gaze. a short breath was taken, before she spoke once more: i say this in northern tongue as commemoration - for my people and spirits to hear. for them to know, as i know, of you and your strength, sivaak, aungmik angunasukti, sivaak, blood hunter.

she would step away, then, inviting. my words do not mean much to you - i know this. but i invite you to drink with me, tail swayed low by her hocks.

and although she did not mean to kiss-ass, she could not help her admiration.