Ouroboros Spine it's not as if we cry a river, call it rain

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kigipigak was ready.

he was not, her kin's-heart urged, though the duck knew it now to be her own desire to keep him close. he was still so like a boy in many ways. 

but he was not.

she had bid him rest in the brew, and then led him to the lake. bathing, until he shone as much as he would abide the water. 

kukutux looked at him with a great affection. "make a path away from moonglow now, kiggavik. go to sakhmet."

his body had mended all it would beneath her care; now the hunter must find his own energy and learn to work with the body enraptured by the cat. he wore the marks of one who had lived a story most would want him to tell again. 

the duck would only go so far along the slopes of her land to see that kigipigak's pale frame met the smaller redtone.

tilt of her crown; until tomorrow, hawk-in-snow and sun ember, she sung down to them in the words given she and kigipigak, for her people did not often say farewell, knowing that tomorrow meant many things and brought whatever the gods decided.

tomorrow; i will see your face again.