Moonspear tagiuk ≅

shaken by her last meet, kukutux had gone home and remained in her den for a long while, keeping close. the nausea seemed finally to not return, and the girl sent a relieved blessing to the gods, killing a fish and letting it float downstream where she hoped it would be taken to the ocean.

today she longed for it, the brine of it, the slight brine of the water that puddled in pools along the beachway. salt. the duck was filled with the mournful longing of the dark water, and climbed, panting, for she had never been a mountain creature at heart — she climbed as high as she was able into the reaches of moonspear and cast her green gaze out for a glimpse of the distant shore.