Moonspear waatxakuq ✾

ope srry <3

"he does," kukutux agreed with her small son, though hers were more akin to shards of greenstone than the beauty of osiris' spear-blessed stare.  so she felt, and somehow lowly in the presence of the chieftains' son.

"steeem," the duck considered, mouthing the word a second silent time to herself. she found it had the same hiss as a spurt of pale hot smoke from the surface of the water. enjoyable, then, and when the little party had come to the hot springs, she clucked her tongue in surprise and interest. "is it too hot to be touched?" she asked in a whisper of her sister's son, smiling at one or both of the children if they should turn to look at her then.