Ouroboros Spine utterpok

Much of her time was now spent at the spear, communing with her ancestors and listening to their whispers. She had become so used to their voices that she scarcely required the bones any longer. These past few months had allowed her a deeper connection with the spirits gone from this realm, and Sialuk had come to know them as friends.

But always, she returned to the spine, to Moonglow, to anaa, to the children who were born here.

A voice she had not heard in many months sang a song for her, and for a moment, Sialuk worried. Was this the voice of a spirit? Had her village sister's songs not been sung? Was she trapped between the world of the living and the dancing lights? Sialuk's heart felt tight in her chest, but as she approached, she picked up on the familiar scent.

A sign of relief.

Keyni, she said, warmth riding the wavelengths of her voice. It has been many sunrises since I have seen you.