Ouroboros Spine the life we live is by choice, not by force

good, this one is smart and understands her gesture as he steps back and drops his figure. a softer glaze rolls over her eyes, her shoulders relax and she levels out her head. shikoba is still cautious, but she at least does not feel incredibly threatened or disrespected. she grows silent as morte begins to speak.

a story is soon weaved from his lips and recalls the story that is all too familiar to the native woman. a search for a new horizon after leaving behind whatever history they know of. for many, it is daunting and terrifying. for others, it is liberating and exciting. for this man before her, she guesses the first option for a little. she wonders what troubles he has seen in his aged eyes.

"moonglow is home for those who need it. led by moonwoman, kukutux, and sunman, aiolos. what does morte offer us?" shikoba certainly does not believe that she would have ended up here had it not been for the talents she presented to the duck moons ago. now, as she reflects, she expects nothing less than the outsiders who find their way to moonglow's furthest edges.