Ouroboros Spine oh the mountain top, oh the visions stopped

taking liberties here, talamasca, beat me if not ok <3

six days she had said.

the moonstar of the woman's eyes, not yet visible, but the wisewoman could see the lavanic hue of sakhmet ahead. 

she had gone to kigipigak after their first meeting, told to him of all that had been said, all that had gone on. she would be firm about his rest, but now, kukutux hoped, he would heal, with something upon the horizon for which to wait.

and now in this hour she trudged with the pale man, offering herself full to any stumble or limp, ordering with a healer's privilege that he lean upon her where possible.

and when they had finally come to the boundary-line, the duck stopped, tongue lolling in a wide pant, but gaze alive as she looked first to sakhmet, then to her kinsman.