Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

The dove's head canted curiously but her lips remained pressed into the usual small smile she adorned around the other villagers. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, nor was it her place to pry into his past. 

"Then either of you might seek me out, if ever you wish to learn," she reiterated in a soft wisp, jade gaze blinking owlishly as it dropped to the earth. There was a hint of mirth to the splay of her ears, the smile that twitched at the corner of her lips. 

Deciding to put Aiolos out of his misery, he seemed a bit out of his element discussing such womanly affairs (at least, they were considered womanly within her native culture), the cloudberry gestured back to her ulaq with a slow swivel of her head. 

"I do apologize but I must beg your leave. It seems I tire much more easily now." Her smile turned slightly timid, cheeks warming beneath her fur. Her whelping time grew ever near and it felt she did nothing but sleep of late.