Alpine Lake i would swim

a smile passed across the girlish features again. "here, however, it is not natural to do as my grandfather did. he won her heart, and his title, but he had to bring a bride-price for her also." the duck chewed thoughtfully, amused at how she had become the storyteller in their little vignette. "six otter pelts, duck feathers, seal fat. it took him several weeks, but when he had brought it all to her father's house, she went with him willingly to his own ulaq and became his wife that night."

it was a specific sort of romance, but one kukutux had never failed in loving. the prospect of that not being her lot once more plagued her dreams, and so she attempted not to think of it, not in such pleasant company.