Ouroboros Spine muse

And she would be soothed.

Familiar vibrations acted like a cradle being rocked. Her brother against her offered swift comfort, a larger rumble overhead from the moon who whispered to the stars born from it. She did not know that her spirit had been imbedded into her in these slow moments.

All she knew was peace.

Was wholeness.

Tattilgat.

It would fall upon deaf ears, but her heart was open to receive it.

Softly, she would mouth around her brother's paws, another way to soothe herself. To bind herself to those around her.