Northstar Vale and life gets hard but these last days been meanin’ more

he was perceptive, this odd, brisk man. shyly kukutux looked away beneath the glance of his scrutiny, but agana, agana, agana; it all dragged so heavily at the duck that at last she nodded, lifted her eyes back to cupid. "i ..." a frown; kukutux collected herself, pressed on. "i think my heart wishes someone it ... cannot have." vague horror at her boldness; desperation for an answer; down she glanced again.