Moonspear uuliutik ◯

She was a romantic; she wanted to fall in love and find an ugi. Pie would never choose a transactional marriage and wondered why Kukutux had chosen to honor the traditions rather than reject them, like her sister. “I did not think of love,” she explained, though it had sprung up between them anyway. Treepie thought that was somehow more romantic than any love story she’d ever heard… and, of course, not without a tragic ending.

It had been a slow burn with Aiolos too. He had tried to pair his son with Kukutux’s daughter, Pie’s own anaa. Her brows rose. Friendship had turned into more only after much time and many perils. Tiuttuk frowned over the thought of Raimo treating her beloved grandmother harshly, though she dismissed him from her mind. He hadn’t been an important part of “moon woman’s” story, in the end.

You found love twice, Treepie recapped. I know mother thought she found it a few times too, only to be jilted. She never took a husband or a wife. But I think she wanted—and deserved—love. I think she may have found it, where I left her. I hope she did. I hope she’s happier than she’s ever been. I hope she gives me more brothers and sisters, even if I can’t see them…

She hadn’t meant to steer the conversation this way. Nor had she anticipated the lump in her throat and the moisture in her eyes. Treepie blinked, the tears streaking down her dark cheeks, her watery eyes looking helplessly to Kukutux.