The Heartwood see myself as a ghost

A wife of Moonglow? Did he know the duck aswell? The man continued in a language unknown to her, a tongue she had not heard in a while. Distant memories invaded her mind, flashbacks, nothing concrete. A seal, kikuyat, the northern lights. Agana cocked her head, curiosity getting the better of her. „Ninauga?” Confusion in her tone, „What tongue did you speak?” The argent struggled to remember something, but alas failed.

„A woman,” she began, so vague yet so specific at the same time, „An ivory woman,” broad characteristics without having to disclose the reason or more. An ivory woman with jade eyes; was she the same as she remembered? Was she still alive?

The duck wanted to become a wife. It was her mission, her purpose, to please a man, become her husband, bear his children. Could she have this title, as a woman herself? Was she going to be fulfilled, knowing she could never give her the life she dreamed of? The argent could not know.