Ouroboros Spine Autumn winds have long since past.

*ecstatic*

her mind was upon sialuk and the village her daughter meant to build. kukutux was not saddened. she had meant for moonglow to be an inheritance for the pale star, but it had not come to pass. perhaps samani might become moonwoman. perhaps ariadne or callyope.

today she sang. her voice carried in sweetwater tones, lifting upon the wind in a wild lilt.

and then her jadeite gaze fell upon a man of crimson and darkness upon her borders. kukutux drew closer with a wave of her plume. there were spots of sun in his face, the eyes that would find the moonwoman's alabastrine figure as she approached.

"this is village moonglow. i am moonwoman." he had the build of a hunter and the wind brought no pack-scent to her. "what has brought your path here?"