Moonspear some assembly required

kukutux had long decided that this son by aiolos would be the best ugi for her daughter. she knew not of the redsun's circumstances, only that she knew she must call for him soon. saviguk now. in her mind had been turning the tendrils of a leafy thought: to send her growing boy off where he might be with the younger members of moonspear, in the glen. young yet, but tall, and promising his father's strength.

having not yet suggested it to jarilo, the snow-wife kept it beneath her breast. sialuk now, and she smiled to see how well-mannered and pretty her daughter was becoming, the breath of the ice-island in her veins while there was something else to the cast of her features. a blessing from the ostrega spirit. "aang," kukutux murmured, gathering herself up with the air of a woman dusting her palms. "qanaang agalus mataxt?" she teased her raindrop. "qanaang das magixt?"