Silverlight Terrace but your so far away

something between them now, cool and pulsing. kukutux had placed it there, she knew, and for a long moment they both gazed in the same direction. redsun flanked by snowduck. and in her mind the sudden remembrance of what he had admitted. and suddenly a desperation rising in her to dispel the wallstones betwixt he and she.

and though a thousand words came to her at once, the duck recognized none of them as being worthwhile. she believed that he would trust in her judgement, but now there was an oddity to it — it was as if bringing him a wife now would be in some way painful for the islewolf. 

quietly, softly, the duck reached her muzzle to the top of his shoulder, and there she let her crown rest for a warm and too-long moment; too long in terms of propriety and rightness, the correct manner a married woman must carry at all times. gloriously, wondrously, horrendously exhausted by it all in a swift and fired moment, kukutux drew in the strength of aiolos and lifted jadestone eyes to the goldcoin of his own. 

expression, indecipherable.

and then the duck was turning away, turning away back to moonspear and to the goal he had spoken and she had set.