Totoka River uuliktuk ☙

sorry for mine! and no worries!

kukutux listened raptly, lips parted as she took in all that vin said to her. he spun a narrative of choices; she found herself just as fascinated by the story of the young girl as she supposed the man had been to meet her. miss, then, went unaddressed, for she was satisfied by his explanation.

the duck thought of the ghost she had met in this place; would he like to hear of that story? or the fierce woman who had suggested she do more than be a wife? perhaps — perhaps he might be bored by such things. his own travels seemed much more detailed than hers had ever been.

caught off guard by the smile that lit his handsome features, kukutux lowered her gaze at once, burning, burning, even as images of waterfalls and creek-banks danced to life in her imagination. "and ... what would you say about this place?" she asked softly, shyly, seeking his face once more.

about me?