Moonspear we just sell different parts of ourselves

kukutux did not agree that wintersbane was ugly, though it was not seemly to tell him so. she did not need to publicly disagree with a man; her opinions belonged only to herself. but she did see his scarring; she saw the marks of the stories in which he had featured, and perhaps had written himself.

"a wife might enjoy your experience," the duck chose to rejoin, a humoured look lifting the solemnity of her pale features. "it means you are strong. you are hunter. you are fighter. you will teach your sons to be the same." a glance skyward. "i will travel soon, wintersbane. i hope to have a name for you in the moons to come."