The Heartwood agra ♨

wanna wrap up and have another? also absolutely no worries i love agana <3

the duck was warmed through by agana's regard, and allowed herself to lean into the embrace of the fawn-hued woman. there rose something in her heart now; the spirit whispered that even though the hunter of seals had been gentle, he had never engendered this sensation within kukutux. 

confused, perturbed, the pearl met agana's pensive gaze with a playful look she mustered up from somewhere within her pale chest. "do you want to go and see where the ... red birds make their nests? what are they called, agana?"