Moonspear you're not a romantic.

nothing. she fought the urge to frown, knowing she could not now step back. "i am his wife. if i say to him that i wish a sister, perhaps he might decide to give you children." daring, the first suggestion of its kind that kukutux had ever made, but she would stand alongside it. "and children do not belong to men. they belong to their mothers." it was this belief that had always guided kukutux since her time as lifegiver had come. she did not anticipate anger from desdemona, only a rejection, and perhaps a cold step as the lynx-woman went away. but she did not know, and so the duck was silent.