Ouroboros Spine alivâpuk ⩷

As was customary, Sialuk drank in the words of anaa. It was her mother who was a wisewoman, and the raindrop blushed at the word being used on herself. It was true that she had seen her first whole year, and yet she still felt there was much more to learn. "Adult" was not yet a word she could put to herself. With anaa's guidance, perhaps one day she could think of herself in that way.

Tell me of the time you first left home, the girl requested. Surely it had not been easy. Sialuk knew that her mother's home was no more, but surely she had wandered from it at least once before it had succumbed to darkness.