Moonspear you're not a romantic.

an affair. kukutux sat to hold the notion a moment, rolling it through her mind. a child born that had not meant to be born. did desdemona mean that she had been cursed? a twin, perhaps. one kept to raise, and the other laid out in the elements, for a soul could not split into two pieces without one becoming corrupt one day.

the snowduck figeted. the huntress was not cold to her, only wore the heavy cloak of a man and had a man's responses. kukutux inched closer. "what do you know of jarilo?" tentative step upon the ice between them.