Moonspear niniruk ➣

lyra moved forward, and kukutux faltered somewhat at the firmer edge to her tone. words leapt to her lips! — it was always how things had been done! — but she did not speak them. instead, a nod she gave. hurt pride spiraled in her consciousness, spared from her gaze as she cast it toward the earth.

"i did not know that was possible," the duck admitted against the personal sting. "will you tell me how it can be done?" whatever she might feel now, kukutux was aware there was much to learn of the new plants in the teekon, and their ways.