Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

"kisuk." the verdancy of her gaze finally rested with an open nature upon arcturus. "dark cloud over open water." he had been forbidding that night, guarded; he had not taken her as wife, and at that kukutux might always wonder. happy as jarilo made her, relieved as she was to give a son and a daughter into the clan of moonspear, there remained the silent question of why.

she would not ask it now.

"but i find that i am wrong," the duck went on, drawing closer to the twisted trunk and scenting its surface lightly. "you are tinaurak. black moss that is silent until lit by fire." like revui. like hydra. "i hope you do not find insult in these names, arcturus," she added, drawing her eyes back to his visage. "i speak the words to keep my language alive."