Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

*puts thread to bed*

As Tonravik seemed to settle down then, Echelon joined her in the same. Her head lowered slowly to her dark limbs, resting across them with a certain touch that was just as restless as it was weary. She decided she would linger and rest until Tonravik stirred again, whether it was by decision or necessity, and would go from there to discover what perpetual change would bring.