Moonspear aupajaangajuq ⧉

norah had ended their missive, and somehow kukutux felt the expectant nature of the snowbound heavens settle over them both. she let out her breath, sighing it off into the open. "i have decided to be atsak in moonspear. matchmaker." she was careful, for her footing with norah was still the half-melted ice of a spring path.

"the warmer moon is coming. if —" shyness choking her, tangling her tongue beneath the silverwisp gaze that invited her to say anything — "it is something you wish, then i hope that you would have the feeling of freeness in your heart to come and ask."