Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

last from me ! up for another thread? love these two, they are so soft <3

Agana had faced death long ago, before the river tried to drown her. No, she experienced it; not a literate death, but symbolic. Her identity died when she fled the norths, and was reborn under a new face, a new name.
 
Golden gaze turned to Kukutux; perhaps, she found a new companion, even if it was for a short while. Agana nodded, accepting her companionship, for now she was no longer alone. “Of course,” her voice was soft, unusually low.