Fox's Glade my knees are cold

i give u rala ... do not die ...

he asked. he asked for her words, for their meanings, to be taught every word of a tongue that had felt - within these lands - strictly reserved for her. for a moment, she could only blink, only raise her brows in surprise ; nanuralaaq had hardly processed what he had said at all, before the words left her tongue: wife, she whispered. nuliariik ... it means 'wife', but, would he be her nukik? did he want her, in that way?

and now, nanuralaaq drew forwards a breath. it was with the second word that she found hesitance. where the first, she had simply blurted, she felt that now, perhaps she may be smart to watch her words, as she so often did not. nutaqqat ... a word carried with sigh. means, ah ... and rala did not wish to say it! she did not want to misuse her words, push him away! for what if this was something that he did not want, could never want? what was she to do? it means children, and the words came quickly.

snowwoman moved closer, so that she may bury her face within his fur ; so that she may not have to witness the dance of confusion, disgust, unwanting upon his face. so that she may be pushed away, at the very least, and leave upon her own terms. i wish to be you wife, dolce. to have children. your children, almost mumbled.