Moonspear agnaurak ✢

she had loved the hunter of seals. but even now she recognized the depths of love, and how his early death had left them unexplored. perhaps kukutux too was like such, wrapped in a similar struggle that appeared to wreathe jarilo even now. but he was willing to attempt it, and for that her heart was warm. this manner of directness, then — it had seemed to inspire his tongue. the duck found she had been afraid of offending jarilo, or worse; an inward breath of relief that she had not.

"and i want to learn how to be a wife," kukutux added; to herself, again. had she truly ever been such? there was the matter of first and second mates, but she saw no reason to offer the careful man an option that would be rather unfeasible for him. a long pause followed then, ended by her gentle exhale, a shy smile offered to jarilo in hopes of casting out the tension. "perhaps when the sun returns, you will show me your favorite places upon this mountain." he loved moonspear; it was evident in his adoring glances and the fullness of his voice when he spoke upon his home. 

maybe, then, if he made her his choice, she could come to stand alongside the proud spire in his heart.