Ouroboros Spine paniktak

For a while she was alone with her thoughts.

When mother-dove made her own appearance, Wilwarin glanced at her and felt the white puff of her tail twiching where it curled around her sharp little hips. She smiled but said nothing, not even mouthing a word, for a long time; it was Amil who broke the stillness with a question.

The girl shook her little head, no, and inhaled a long, slow breath. She regarded the stillness of the water for a moment longer and then turned to focus her attention upon present company, the smile gone from her face.

Anaa 'Oba has her baby, and Kukutux has her little ones too. It feels busy everywhere but here. This was what the woman's circle was like, then. The constant hustle of children well minded. The ever-present crooning of little voices. Wilwarin pauses in her mouthing of words to gather more thoughts, and her cheeks grow warm.

Will you also have little ones again?