Hoshor Plains tinnun ⊹

the woman kukutux welcomed many. she spoke of womanhood, of children, of stopping the natural inclination of the body; of the hungry men that sulukinak knew of from the everdark.

this circle was crowded. she was nervous, for once. how could so many people exist in one space? the everdark could never support so many. sulukinak thought of the rite of conclave as it had been taught by her own mother. she surveyed the others, morbidly considering which of them would have been fed to the ice or drowned for weakness, as was custom.

her eyes landed accusatory upon ariadne without meaning to, as she was lost in her own thoughts. if they locked gazes then sulukinak would promptly avert; and she then saw reina, drawn by a murmur.

must we want husband? her voice was as strong as the wilting reina, and then her throat was clearing. sulukinak did not want eyes upon her so she focused elsewhere - again, inadvertently to ariadne. seems some already -- do that. is the body so precious?

come to think of it, many had heard the herald of the nanuk man and the red woman as they shared one another.