Ouroboros Spine kasruktuk ≍

I am not good with the words to make new ones, She confessed with a smile. Giggling softly for her own failure in that musical branch.

I like the hums. I like to...remember the pulse of your songs. She would pause as she briefly rattled her memory. Not that her memory was very deep or wide, but she did learn every day.

Then she would begin a hum of a lullaby. One of polar bear mother and the iced sea. She would seek to hum it through, if her mother did not stop her.