Ouroboros Spine aaĝuliigix̂ ⋣

it was good to laugh and talk with lótë as if they were new brides who had just met the hunters they would marry. her entire heart warmed with the beautiful sound of her sister's amusement. not for the first time she wished that aiolos and the cloudberry would put aside their odd constraints and come together.

but they wished to love. her sister's heart ached. aiolos' own was only for herself.

and so she said nothing of this. they had spoken. this agreement was their own.

"i will come early, before the sun one morning. and i will bring her to my altar." her words were more solemn now, speaking of the girl they both loved. she wished to see the child healed.

"i will tell you of his face when i speak these words," kukutux chuckled. the thought of how he might show his joy brought her much delight. but for now she looked into the greenleaf eyes of the paintwolf and kissed her soft cheek.

"has your heart found healing, lótë?"