Ouroboros Spine kinuk ⊹

the last piece of moss, laid alongside the food she had given. ah. would sialuk have missed that he had not yet been given water? she did not like that she had not seen. but no matter. a nod given to his explanation. "you traveled more distance than you should have had to walk," the duck said thoughtfully, and then her pale ears tipped toward patroclus' question.

"i do not know its name in the common words. we call it piluk: soft cloud from the mountainside." and its effects were said to be just that, a softening, a lifting up. despite his pain the hunter seemed more himself this day than the night she had found him. "it is purple and grows only on the open stone."

kukutux had watched her mother use a similar plant in her youth. it was not the same, and yet it was. she blinked careful springjade gaze. "you have questions of healing?"