Ocean's Breath Plateau taqqiq ☾

The Sunman stood behind, watching as a slender paw pressed to the resting place of their first daughter together. He too would then come, standing at Moonwoman's side. A dull red paw lifted, pressed over her own. He took in a heavy breath and looked away. To the sea where Kukutux eyes ran to. 

I do. He would murmur. The cool and salty air on the flatlands of the plateau crisp and welcoming, tugging at his memories. Ah, yes, I believe you said "I tended to you as wife". He states with a sheepish smile. A grumble of soft happiness to her kisses and his tongue moves to lick the crown of her head between her brows. 

More and more Kukutux had grown silvered each day. So much so that around her nape it looked like a grey fox fur perminately wrapped around her. I think we're getting old, my love. He says with a huffing of weak laughter, tiredness lining his face, yet his eyes still burned, burned for her. He would never stop wanting her. Not even for an instant. 

Each day you grow more silvered, I think you may actually become one with the Moon herself. She had been Moonwoman so long and the Moon, a treasured goddess. It seemed fitting. And he? Sunman, who's pelt had faded with time and soon he would burn out, snuffed out from this world and onto the next. 

Now she speaks of the goddess of sea. Sedna. Captivating and beautiful, soothing devotion, endless strength, but unyielding, unforgiving ... Aiolos knew the tortures there. Saw it in Kukutux eyes now. Heard it in her screams each night that had him holding her close and soothing her to consciousness. He understood but he did not have the words. 

The pups of Samani and Ariadne. Those of many already that Vaire and Valiant shared. Arrluk and Ajei. The many children they would grow, perhaps to outweigh their own. There was a future in Nuiruk. The past would need to be. 

I won't have you go to the dancing lights on your own. If you go, know that so do I. He didn't want it to end- didn't want it to end! Yet what was beautiful and pure and whole must always come to. 

And it was with a simple taste was spiritual awakening given to them. The heavens revealed and within the shimmering bright ribbons of dancing stars did those long lost and long awaiting sing and dance in celebration to welcome them home. 

The time was now. With her.

Forever. 

Always. 

Moon of my life... 

They walked and the tides of Sedna welcomed them. Embraced them, as all those lost to them did now. They walked and the sea would carry them home.