Ouroboros Spine Family found and friends abound

Amalia looked him over with a smile

I'm glad for it.

And she was. She had grown fond of the seer. Her family had taught her many things. Of the foremost how to hunt and fight. And her grandmother had gifted her with the knowledge of trade and stories. She felt she was well equipped.

Amalia's tail wagged, she agreed with him wholeheartedly. There was beauty in many things. A butterfly's wings, flowers, a wolfs personality, oceans. Beauty was boundless.

I concur though i find myself often thinking the simple things, the mundane are the most beautiful. A heartbeat, a slow even breath on a cold day.

Amalia nodded. I saw that first hand. My father was raised by a nomad mother and he was so concerned with laying down roots, and having control that it imploded on him. You have to make room for fluidity among rigidity.

His question drew a furrow in her brow. I'm not sure, Cerne.

She ran a paw over her ear in thought.

Perhaps thr unknown, someone i care ahout being hurt physically or emotionally. Some people do not take truth well and it worries me