The Heartwood agra ♨

of course agana could do more things better than kukutux, more easily. she found it endearing for reasons she could not articulate. presently, however, the girl's ears cupped forward, then fell back with her usual genteel shyness. "i was a wife, once,"  the duck uttered softly, wondering how agana would accept such things.

"but he is at the dancing lights." a pause; her companion's inquries would be accepted, though kukutux prepared herself to suffer beneath the weight of them again. "i came to this land to find a husband, to be a second wife if i must. and now," the girl sighed, breath spiraling into a plume of steam, "now i do not know."