Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

As Tonravik rooted about her for the scents of history and history untold, Echelon could not help but do the same. Like her aokkatti, there were both familiar scents and not. Things had changed within the Spine, but then again things were always at change. The world never stopped changing. With things here, she knew she would have to discover and learn what had changed since her absence. Her little wayward trip had set her own ideals off course.

So as they moved towards the shade — gladly, at that — Echelon remained silent bar her own slow panting. She was curious what Tonravik would divulge, and perhaps even more interested in what she would ask of her.