Northstar Vale itiktuk ❊

blinkng to sweep her tearwet cheeks; kukutux gazed upon into the elven face and shook her head dismally. "you must do it. you set my bride-price. you tell him what he must pay you as my family, and then i am his."

the duck was angering now, her wrath kindled at the prospect of explaining yet again what she wished. these people were so very backward, chaotic — she bit the inside of her jawline until blood sprang to silent tongue.

only then did she speak again, spurred by pain and the prospect of andraste continuing in what kukutux assumed to be ignorance: "my ways are not practiced here. i must have children to keep ... to teach what i know."

to keep mother alive, father sister grandfather,

hunter of seals 

bitter twist to her mouth; the girl called upon quiet and lay her gaze toward the earth once more.