Ouroboros Spine passion

the duck stared blankly toward the mountain. the inner spirit supposed it was a long-arriving death of hope she had carried past the seven days and into the nine.

but after three, it had twisted, and as dusk approached for the fourth time, the sensation was dissolving in her chest, glass powder that cut at her swollen eyes as she turned them finally upon sialuk.

stay. kukutux had known they could make no place else for themselves, but to hear it spoken aloud tightened her own inner resistance to leaving the wide spread of mountain-jaws.

"when i sat vigil, when i did not come home for nine days, it was on behalf of your father's brother. i buried him upon that place of ice." the glacier of songs sung by the moon. 

a sigh swelled her chest. there were others here who might help them build. "you are right, daughter. it will be good to live where we have loved for so many moons."

tears bent her head forward in a soft wail.