Moonspear I will go down with this ship

the ice in the girl's voice began to crack, dissolve, like the edges of a winterbound stream beneath sunlight. kukutux flicked her eyes up, appraised the girl a wary moment.

"hydra told me that forgiveness was not hers to give. is it yours?" the more kukutux looked at the young wolf, the more the resemblance between she and andraste grew more pronounced.

it made her shrewd, brought bolder words to her mouth.

"there were none in courtfall," the duck murmured softly, happy to change their discourse. "i believe that i am meant to be wife and mother, to carry on the ways of my people. i was happy to come to moonspear for that reason alone."

not to be traded, but to hopefully flourish alongside this girl and the others that called the mountain their home.