Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

like jarilo, this ostrega brother surprised kukutux; it shone in her eyes, followed by a scintillation of pleasure, approval. "men here are ... they are not what i expect men to be," the duck murmured in a sudden, bare revelation to this male she had only met. "where i am from, this is the work of women," she explained, gesturing to the cold expanse about them.

her shoulders trembled beneath the swathe of beaver pelt. "i think, sometimes, that is why i am afraid to leave moonspear. i do not know how to be a man." cowed by her own epiphany, embarassed that revui would suddenly think her a babbling, nonsensical brook, kukutux fell silently back to her search, still burned through by his eyes.