Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

revui offered a barter, and kukutux brightened. so he was a trader. had this been the beach of her homeland, he would have been a man who did not live there, but visited ofter, bringing goods and word of the land beyond. trading for what he did not have. she looked upon revui with a new bafflement, a look that sharpened into a small, agreeable smile.

"i will trade with you, revui ostrega," kukutux said, voice rising with a small edge of confidence. "give me a question, and i will give you an answer. and then i will ask," she went on, warming further to the notion. "we will make it a game." springmint eyes grew thoughtful. "say, 'i trade for,' and then say what it is you want, first."