Ouroboros Spine when all is lost, there is still the image of you

kukutux reads her as if the woman was an open book, but perhaps truly that is the embodiment of the honest sivullik. there was no reason to be secretive to the matriarch when she seems to know her like the back of her hand. as she takes her place near the pale duck, shikoba slowly nods her head.

"shikoba scared, kukutux." her voice is somber, quiet– almost heartbroken in a way. so afraid that she will not live up to the expectations of her, so afraid that she will be a bad wife and mother, so afraid that she will not be able to provide for moonglow.

fear is a feeling the woman used to never experience, yet each night it slowly eats away at her bones, solidifying itself into her ribcage and penetrating her heart. every breath is an uneven pulse. she does not think to touch the meat she hasn't helped gather herself.

"not know what to expect. and shikoba afraid about being... bad mother." while her upbringing had several moments of peace, shikoba wonders if she would even fall close to being like her own maternal guide, or if she would fall behind and make too many mistakes. "shikoba not enough." god, how she felt so weak in this moment, she hated it. but the desire to be honest overwhelmed her.