Ouroboros Spine witness the birth of a gift

mojag would not go unheard by his mother, here she would simply smile at the boy. although she knew there was still much for him to learn about the language of the spine and of the desert, shikoba felt it would be best to talk to him as if he could understand, rather than baby him. if her son would be anything like her, then he would eventually pick it up at whatever pace felt right to him.

now, the woman finds herself on her feet and she ventures out just a few steps from the protection of her ulaq. the shower is light, the rain does not immediately chill her. and looking up towards the sky for just a moment, the native inhales before looking back towards her son. with a motion of her nose, she encourages for him to walk outside and just feel the rain on his back, even if it is a few steps.