Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

A wolf’s chuff alerted Samani to an approaching figure.

The young girl turned her head around and set her gaze upon the patched figure of Shikoba. She was a familiar enough shape; the cold sea child knew that she had been present several times when Samani had followed her mother around. Knowing who it was relaxed her, eased her slim figure into a comfortable shape. Shikoba wanted to know what she was looking at.

Samani’s features curled into a miniscule smile.

Lights, the peach remarked softly, gesturing up into the greywash skies with her nose. The jewel colors of Samani’s eyes were trained on the darkest part. It took only a few moments before the air was electrified, a streak of white crossed overhead and illuminated the grey with crackling light.

The thunder sounded only seconds after.