Bramblepoint suli ∏

the beauty of a bond with a first daughter was that each year kukutux might have more to impart. and so the wealth of the knowledge grew for those who knew it, for the more it was spoken upon and repeated, the greater its power became. and when sialuk had come to the proper age, the duck would pass down the things known only to a woman's circle.

"milik is pretty, but already i too miss the sun," the snow-wife shared keenly, though the rake of the wind was too delightful to ignore for long. the question posed by her raindrop was surprising, but only for a brief moment. sialuk questioned all things and kukutux answered. her daughter had amassed a great wealth of wisdom even at her young age, simply through her swift litany of inquries.

"i shall. there was much rain. i sent father away. i danced you and saviguk through the storm. you came to the earth first, and then your brother. i named you for the rain outside and saviguk for the edge of ice i felt. you must belong to the old story, i knew at once. then your father returned, and his face was very soft to see when he put his gaze upon the two of you for the first time." an affectionate sound, a curious look to know why sialuk had asked.