Northstar Vale cradle songs of comfort & bones gnawed by teeth

tiny post srysry + vague on Aggie Things 

Qá, in the person of Kukutux;
the soft smile is met with the cool cast of her own; which is not necessarily devoid of warmth, of course; merely that Undómiel had found little to distract herself by means a of diverted and mirthful nature. Few times had it been when she had meandered along, and found the fowl toiling away with a potency that is appreciated; familiar. It seems that several throughout the Court have become ensnared in such shroudments;
and perhaps it is why that Andraste slows her step with that webthin smile; adamant to allow another to glean her clopsided, clumsy rhetoric. Rather, she looks upon the shying Quidalmë and chirrups, musingly:  "What word does your birthstongue use, in saying winter?"  and then! his murmured voice within the feathered arch of ear! Nitch jetzt—!
Nears the rabbitworn duck with an interest that is willing to learn; to let the chords of another fill her mind's disquiet.