Ouroboros Spine kunikruk ∄

It was a nice story - Kausiut did not get all of the content, but it had woken pleasant emotions in her mother. She liked to think that it was because of her. The more she looked at the white feather, the more it reminded her of Kukutux. Could items be people? Or people represent items? That was a new thought, but one that did not seem entirely impossible.

Inspired, she returned to her stash, searching for objects that spoke to her of, who mother was. A white stone, its surface smoothed and rounded by waves and sand. A white feather - light and gentle to the touch. Giving an impression of being fragile, but in reality nearly indestructuble (Kausiut had learned that feathers were nearly impossible to eat).

Words! She spoke. There was something truly unique - a small, sun-whitened skull of a groundhog. And by chance a bit of sand and tiny rocks had found their way, where once substance of the brain had been. When you picked it up and moved it carefully. It rattled. Made sound. Her mom was a formation of stone, feather and sound. There was a small slope between, where Kukutux sat and where Kausiut's stash was located. She put the skull down at the top of it and let it go. It rolled and rattled all the way down and bumped gently against her mother's paws.

Exciting, isn't it? Kausiut's amused gaze seemed to say.