Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

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she had not known what to expect. not truly. kukutux was an individual who had found assimilation more quickly than she realized. she had left the keep alone and returned to answer a promise. the duck had lived outside the proper boundaries of a woman for some time now, unsure if she would ever return to it. 

but as jarilo pressed closer, the confidence in him lent a relief to kukutux. perhaps she had only thought him careful, when in fact this was how a balanced man should be. there was no trepidation left, only the soft memories of the great ice sea, and feel of the tundra beneath her paws; thunder now in the wilderness laying across moonspear like a cloak.

and she found the stone-broken edges of her heart begin to mend, and flower with a devotion toward jarilo that even she did not think would end when these moments had passed. the flute of them warmed her through and through, and within his arms kukutux found her own breath and answered with a quiet trill.

uiga.

nuliaga.