Ouroboros Spine i need those

backdated to the 15th for the fullmoon if that's ok with everyone involved!
please let @Solharr post first <3 @Kukutux @Aiolos

it was a familiar walk.

there was joy and there was sadness. she pointed out familiar sights to him as they approached the edge of moonglow. along with them were gifts made from the boar that had come from good hunting in the forests.

a pelt. tusks. meat.

in these things were promises, were the words not yet spoken among them all. as they reached the border proper, her attention turned in full to beloved hárkonungr. there was so much she could have said! she could have asked! instead it is the simplest question that escaped her and carried the most weight.

are you ready?

she smiled, full of warmth and hope.

sólhárr adjusted the weight of the deer pelt on his back, careful with its precious cargo. the gifts they carried were as much a symbol of his worth as they were a token of his respect for callyope’s kin—móðir and faðir of moonglow. his steps were steady, purposeful, though his gaze lingered often on her as they walked.

she had pointed to landmarks, pieces of her past woven into the land. he could see the flickers of emotion in her expression: the joy of homecoming mixed with the ache of leaving it behind. yet here she was, by his side, forging a new path.

when she turned her warm gaze to him, her question hung between them like the crisp morning air.

are you? he echoed softly, a smile tugging at his lips. his tone brimmed with quiet confidence, not for himself, but for her. her hope was his armor, her warmth his strength.

with a small nod, he added, fear not, elska. and in those words lay a promise—not just to moonglow but to callyope herself.

at first, kukutux did not know what to do.

many men of love had now walked such a path. she hoped to see her son arrluk step one day where callyope did, ajei beside him.

green clearing roundabout the den had been cleaned of all debris, all flecks of flesh and slivers of bone. fine-tanned pelts were set upon the winter-browning grass, and in the center of these she had brought a taste of summer: dried blackberries, salmon preserved in pink curls, honeycomb, sea-snails.

her eyes reached for aiolos as callyope and this man of neverwinter moved toward them.

in tradition, sólhárr was to sit upon one side and they three on the other for this talk, but kukutux had not before enforced this. she wished to see where they settled.

with the warmth of her sun man draped over her shoulders, the duck welcomed them: "it is good to see your face." for each. for they together. a kiss once more for the silken forehead of her daughter, and kukutux eased into a sit beside aiolos.

moonwoman now looked with wisdom at the young faces glowing in love. "callyope wants this man who has the name sólhárr, my husband. he builds a village in the forest." tone carefully composed, lest her unsurety show. "sólhárr comes to speak of his ways and to ask bride-price for our daughter."

there now; the old words settled with more comfort now that she had spoken their existence.