Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

“Nice to meet you Kukutux,” she spoke as she cleared her throat, “I’m Agana, an.. aspiring astronomer.” Instead of focusing on her current fragile situation, her mind drifted to the stars; to the night sky she adores to watch each time her thoughts are too heavy to sleep.

“Thank you, I appreciate your concern.” A smile formed on her lips; it has been a long time since someone expressed even the slightest feeling of affection towards her. Golden gaze turned to Kukutux; an unusual name who’s origins she was curious about. But her gaze had not noticed her sudden sadness.

“Kukutux.. What an unusual —” a cough, “name. Where do you hail from, if you don’t mind?” The female hopes she was not intruding with her sudden question.