Ouroboros Spine gently nudging your soul

The nestling blinked wide eyes up at her aunt before turning them back to the bird. 'Partridge.' She shaped the word with her silent tongue. The rest of her mother's and guardian's words were taken in with the same solemn intensity that seemed to constantly possess the young girl. 

Following Shikoba's lead, she slumped onto her pudgy little belly and began to tug at the game's feathers. It took her a while to master the technique but before long, she was plucking feathers just like Anaa 'oba. She grinned a toothy smile of self-pride up at the women, down clinging to her inky lips.