Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

One word and it was as though he'd unlocked the door to her many mysteries. Tartok. The word, concept, life of it breathed through her has she spoke on its origins and history. Born of fault. Born of shadow. Born of darkness. It explained much. The iron resolve. The stone will. The stubbornness. It seemed as though she'd taken her mother's creed and wore the banner of the past with just as much vigor and prowess.

For all of it, she spoke of others. Her mother. Her mother's sister. No where in that saga did she mention herself and how she related back to this Siku. "Where do you fall into this?" he asked. He'd heard the legend but not of the recent past. There was a gap between Siku and her daughter. Another between Siku and Kodiak who'd come of similar origins. There was more to this than the summary he'd received. "What is Tartok now?"