Ouroboros Spine v. two feet standing on a principle

"This is not the Land of Many Elms. I have since learned," the girl corrected, gentle as brother sun's morning rays reaching over the peaks of the Spine, "though even I must admit that my skills are subpar." Lótë faired well enough, though she failed as often as she succeeded, but the cost of learning such a skill had been great. "I do. Most don't consider what kind of lives their food leads but watching a herd or flock can prove to be surprisingly fascinating." She would pose the same question to him in return with a cock of her head: "Do you enjoy watching the animals you hunt?"

"I am better at telling stories," she added after a moment, with an indecisive flicker of her auds. "But it's been a long time and I don't think the traditions are the same here," the weaver admitted, smiling for the first time though it was wan. She was not sure many of Moonglow's residents would put much stock in colorful pictures and storytelling.