Moonspear I will go down with this ship

kuktutux was beginning to piece together the parts of a image she would rather not see. dark bones lurking in the shadows behind the airy queen of mist and springtime she had followed at courtfall.

she made no more mention of husbands, pulling the skin more tightly around her thin shoulders, and coloring at the girl's question.

why else would a woman wish to bring joy to a man's hearth, a name for her mother? but the duck had learned that the denziens of the teekon wilds did not understand such concepts, no matter how well she felt her explanations.

"it ... want to tell my mother's stories to my daughters, so they are not forgotten. it is all i have of her now."

the waterfowl pulled chin into chestfur quietly. "i am kukutux."