Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

ah, curiosity would win this round with the young blood of the moon woman. shikoba honestly felt quite happy to reminisce about her life, her family, and her history. while learning the new words of moonglow, she has seemingly forgotten her blood that lays within the pheasant tail lineage. perhaps now, she will bring about honor to name with the words that leave her mouth. 

"shikoba's family from place of sand and rock. sun bright and burns, dangerous to be out for too long in. dry too, little rain and hard to find rivers," she pauses to glance at the peach and gauge her reaction, "almost no snow. just sand, rock, and heat."

an unbearable landscape for the unknowing and unacquainted; an unforgivable place for the ignorant. but for the experienced, for the wise, and for the honest, it was a doable piece of land to call home. so long as there was cover, and perhaps an oasis, there could be life.

"sand not good for dens, shikoba find cave with family for den. or dig into side of hill, where there is dirt. harsh landscape, must know to navigate, or get lost in desert. empty space of just sand and plants." perhaps she spins a tail of horror to the girl, or perhaps she tells her a story of overcoming the worst of odds.