Northstar Vale itiktuk ❊

kukutux had no scheming of her own; she could only trust that andraste would make for her a good match. in many ways, the duck was relieved.

but there were few men here, the most virile of all consort to the queen. knowing her greatest chances lay outside courtfall frightened kukutux, the potential of being uprooted yet again.

she bore all this stoically however, looking to andraste when the snowsylph's voice sounded again. "whatever you believe i am worth," came her soft rejoinder. "my father asked for three seal pelts, two quail, and a fine ermine skin. the hunter of seals brought it all, and the orange flowers which grow in summer. for my mother," kukutux whispered, jadestone eyes gone to mist beneath the haze of memories rising swift and sharp within her breast.

"but i am not ... i was already a wife. i do not think so great a price is necessary." a blink; she let her gaze fall to earth again, icarus beneath the gentle weight of elven moonglow.