Ouroboros Spine ommatik ∻

her voice was sweet cloudberry tea; kukutux settled herself beneath the raw branches and invited lótë to rest with her if she so chose. "i am glad that you are here." her gaze tightened with the want to shift in the direction of moonspear, but many days of gazing had proven to the duck that her view would be unchanged.

a breath swelling the heartbruised pain; she tipped her newly healed muzzle toward her companion with an answering smile into the firstgrass hue of the lovely eyes —

why did she think of agana now?

"i think it is a place of many blessings, this village that you all have helped sialuk and i to build."