Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

to help ease your pain.

there were a half dozen plants drawn to mind that could do such but none as she wanted, as she wished.

she thought of raimo and what had come to pass between them;

but now her desire converged with the deep and nameless feeling that kukutux had kept carefully wrapped and carried in a quiet place. she had loved the blackfox as much as she had understood love; even now she felt clawed with sudden guilt upon the name she could no longer speak.

but he had not come down. he had gone to the dancing lights. a last stream of tears and she inhaled. aiolos had become a companion to her spirit, though always and cautiously had she kept him at a distance within her mind, a safe island of acceptable rift. and she found now, fiercely, that she no longer wished to do this.

that she might claim her right a second time;

she was not bound to raimo. he was not bound to her.

"yes," she whispered; let him see the meaning in the way that she looked to him now, curious and trembling against the warmth of her redsun.