Ouroboros Spine Beauty as it's writ

Amalai smiled and wagged her tail again. Hi. She repeated back, kindly, such a sweet little one spun in white with mask of red. 

Oh yea, which one is your Anaa? Is Anaa, mom? Amalia's ears went forward as she thought of her own mother. She missed her even now. 

My grandma used to sing. I'm not much for singing. Though I do like to tell stories.