Ouroboros Spine sunatuinnaligivuk ≶

It is not easy for a god to be confined to a tiny, mortal body. Feeble, fragile, restrictive. 

It wants to stretch, to move, but fears that it will burst at seams. 

It has not known patience in the past. It is learning it now. 

Its survival depends on the flesh he has occupied. 

If it dies, the god goes with it. 

Kausiut was hungry all the time. She latched upon her mother's teats and consumed milk with such vigour and greediness, as if her life depended on it. Perhaps, it did. Were it possible to have another stomach, when the one she had was already full, she would have pounced at the opportunity. When she was not eating, she was sleeping, reminding a disfigured balloon - very round belly, tiny limbs on four sides and overlarge head at the top. She suffered from frequent bouts of colics and she was not the one, who would suffer in silence. The whole world had to know of her discontent. She was unsoothable, until there was enough room in her stomach to start eating again. That she did gladly.