Ouroboros Spine evening star

she smirks just barely as the woman reprimands Karst; even here, he is an underling. destined to be so forever, she thinks. but then the—well, if not witch, then what? moonwoman, she says. atsak. they mean nothing to Avicus.

neither does nuak. the choice she gives Karst, however, is perfectly clear.

her indigo eyes do their best to burn a hole through the boy's stone-hued pelt, and she is somewhat surprised when he casts his net in her direction. giving him a look that reads 'really?', she holds that gaze for a moment before looking at the border guardian.

we go, she commands, and begins to turn away, expecting Karst not far behind. there is nothing to be had here, not under the steely watch of the moonwoman.

they will thieve elsewhere.