Altar of Twilight but that was just a dream

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"may you stand on firm ground, aiolos." the blessing of her mother. kukutux at last lifted her gaze to his own, seeing nothing there beyond acceptance, perhaps a brief reluctance. and in her chest, the answer of it. was this the nature of companionship? for he was like no man she had known, and yet he was not a woman.

flustered by her internal binary, the woman sucked a breath and swallowed. "tavvauvutit." her voice a whisper above the tempest in her heart, kukutux corrupted tradition but for a moment, reaching toward aiolos hesitantly to brush his goldgleam shoulder with her muzzle before she turned away and let small paws carry her upward, back toward moonspear.