Ouroboros Spine ecstatic

Wil couldn't recall ever being that small. This child was sun-kissed; their face and ears held a burnished copper, and at once they resembled Ajâtsuk, but also the waif herself, with her warm cloak.

Her voice was mostly dissonant but that wouldn't stop Wilwarin from finding the beauty in it. The tempo of the song changed to resemble a howl, almost. Its rising pitch carried in to the clearing and Wilwarin lifted her chin to sing along - but nothing came out of her despite the effort.

She breathes a sigh and gets to her feet. The tension she'd felt earlier melted from her as she stretched a step, shaking her shoulders out as she approached the child. She then lowered herself to the child's level and sniffed at their pale coat, gathering the sweet scents that the babe carried.