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Ironic that it should come down to this, Nasamiituuq thought, her mouth tightening. Keshi seemed to think Moonglow far closer than it was — but it was a small point, not one that she would argue. Then they cannot be my children, she said softly, her voice pained. No, she would not argue. Any children of hers would be sunshine as much as anything else; she would not fight for that right.

She would simply find it elsewhere, even if it broke her heart.

Perhaps you are right. I should go to my family. I will begin making preparations.

Nasamiituuq rose, unwilling to entertain the conversation any longer. Keshi had made her opinion quite clear. Whether it was ignorance or cruelty which made the gilded woman insist that sunshine culture would still be valued the same, Nasamiituuq did not want to find out. Either would sting — and she was done listening to hurtful words from the woman she'd followed halfway across the world.