The Heartwood aupaqtuq ⏜

for @Melaine!

kukutux had not been back to the glen since it had all occured. she was being a rather poor aunt, the duck told herself, and, adding another name to her mental list, set her trajectory back toward moonspear.

forced to pause as a wind drove up the snow in front of her, the woman found squirrel bones to crack open in the shadow of great old trees. here the fireflies had lately been, and her heart tore for toad amelia, for desdemona, for keres, for osiris — for all lost. a place of spirits.