Ouroboros Spine But we didn't have any ice cream, so this is mayonnaise & black olives.

"Ah," the sapling-boned sylph soughed in understanding, turning away from the distant crumble of Moonspear to glance back in the direction that the ulaq lay. Her gaze returned to the youth and her guardian, her words hinting at apology as they fell like a pattering of raindrops: "Yes, but I am afraid that she is too injured to reach our borders right now. And she is in mourning with her daughter." The mouse's fawn-soft ears splayed momentarily as her evergreen eyes fell to the needle-strewn earth in a respectful display -- reminded again of the tragedy that their leaders had suffered. 

"I could bring her a message if you'd like?" She was reluctant to disturb the Moon and Star but Sialuk seemed to have taken up the face of necessary interactions between the duo of northrons during the time of silence and songs. Surely Lótë could find the Beta at least to pass along the visitors' words. "And you would always be welcome to come back again sometime, hopefully in the future Kukutux will be well enough to answer your call for herself," the daughter with the star-kissed brow offered with a diffident dip of her head.