Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

AW (but hoping for @Kukutux if you've got time ) chronicler #1 (historian)

Though Aiwë's secondary trade as a lore-keeper had fallen far to the wayside, especially here of late, the dove felt an inspiration to pick the trade back up. Perhaps it was brought on by some measure of guilt that Raimo had gone from the pines, thinking that perhaps if she had just agreed to be his second he might have stayed and fixed things with Kukutux. Maybe it was for the best though, the artisan had feared that eventually the dark hunter's conflict with Adrastus would come to blows. Either way, she thought it might be prudent that someone become a living record of sorts -- a breathing tome of the customs that the village's wisewoman might expect them to follow.

She sought Kukutux out, bringing with her a small bundle of the yellow flowers she had found -- which had turned out to not be chickweed, coincidentally. They were mildly poisonous if ingested but altogether harmless so long as one didn't eat them. She thought the blooms of cheerful yellow might inspire happiness, especially since it might be saddening for the moonwoman to speak of her past -- as Aiwëndil hoped she might be willing to.