Ouroboros Spine spring (wild horseradish jam)

akaagigan.., he repeated softly, it’s a lovely name.
and so silence fell between the siblings again, one he was not capable of filling with words. lómion’s eyes followed his sister’s towards the sky only to fall again once she spoke again. her question would not be glossed over as she’d seemingly hoped.
miles? he turned to her for clarification then shook his head. that… it seems so far. no i— i would not think so. i like it here, i don’t want to go far.
he could not bring himself to think of such a thing. to hear it from his sister’s mouth was a shock.
why? do you think about it?