Northstar Vale anugivaalua ❅

*utterly in love w this sound* reminds me of abel korzeniowski's work

she scarcely breathed, and though it was impolite to look so directly upon another person, she too was bare before agana's eyes.

the clipped language that rolled from slow-curved lips escaped the pearl by far, but there was one word kukutux truly recognized. and here rose the mantling to her cheeks yet again.

mine.

whether or not agana had meant it so, it unfurled into that truth within the duck, and lashes fell to veil her shocked expression. the spirit whispered teasingly — already she gave her companion the deference that befit a —

no.

and yet some lump in her throat, rising, rising; nostrils flared and kukutux could not keep her gaze from agana's soft glow. transported to the day the hunter of seals had come to her father's ulaq, with the last of her bride-price, the girl blinked softly, wonderingly up into gold.

this was altogether different.

this was against the tradition that had so honed the duck her young life.

and still came the violet bloom of the soft word inside her head, spreading warmth and elation through her submissive frame.

ayagax.