Moonspear we just sell different parts of ourselves

they moved forward. kukutux would grapple with the sea of new sensation that had surfaced in her heart another time. "i am wife of jarilo, brother to hydra. i bore a son and a daughter to his hearth. at the end of spring, they will have twelve moons." it was a strange thing to consider, the passing of time, for it had changed them both.

as for the rest — kukutux did not want to speak of those who had been lost to the storm, a child and her mother, nor those slain by the bear. she rounded her shoulders against the cold, looked up at the quiet warrior. "why did you choose moonspear?" she wondered aloud, hoping wintersbane would not think her impolite. "aiolos rules in yuelong, across the water," she motioned, a name perhaps her companion might also know.