Ouroboros Spine lxi. you blinded me

Lótë nodded, her mouth being full of fish and finding that this seemed fitting for the burnished copper-pelted man. She had always known Aiolos to be gentle and seldom-spoken, much like first wife. But second wife imagine that he could be riled to quite a fury, much as Kukutux could -- they were a match that complemented each other well, sunlight and moonbeam. 

"You say you were made to learn...would you have chosen something else if given the chance?" The cloudberry painter asked this once she had swallowed and licked her chops clean, hesitancy clear in her tones and the way her ears dipped back nervously. Perhaps it was a personal question. 

"It sounds very different from Moonglow. I imagine it was a strange adjustment for you." Maybe Lótë was wrong, maybe the Spine had proven to be a peaceful change of pace as the islander aged.