Ouroboros Spine verses

Callyope felt only a brief flicker to frown. Upset that her legs were too little for where the songbirds were. Upset that she was not a fine hunter like her Aja.

But this was not either one's fault.

Paint with Aja. She mumbled happily, giggling softly into the fine furs of the hunter. We go. She prompted, a soft ushering given to her near mother, before she would sing them along as they went to the ulaq.