Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

the wilting of the pale ears.

"as i knew it to be, elke was within moonspear."

to be the giver of such news. she stepped forward, racked with a maternal affection, the suffusement of old wounds opened yet again. a memory now, hazy. "i have news of your father. moons ago, before —" a pause to collect herself. "my kinsman, kigipigak, told to me that he lives in a place with man who has the name of mahler, ah, east," and here the moon gestured. 

"he was making a way to find elke and you," the duck added gently; perhaps there would be some hope discovered here after all.