Ouroboros Spine ✶ aniqduum nanaa tutaku ✶

She had never seen such a plant before.

For good reason, she assumed. There could be no hesitancy now though. She would take what was offered, do as her mother commanded. Chewing, chewing. Saliva down her throat from it all, even if she did not directly swallow the plant.

She deposited it into the bowl.

A bitter taste left upon her tongue and spilled down her throat.

we call to those who listen,
we ask for your strength
our mother is angry
we must stop the retribution
we ask you to come and to help us.

mother. grandmother. hear us.

Her mother's voice a trumpet in her ears. Elevated her heart. All of it felt as beyond her as it did a part of her. Each time she walked a new path, she found it was not as fearful as she had thought it may be. This stood true even now.

Blood upon her brow. Her cheeks. Her muzzle.

The trumpet of Moonwoman was louder, a sound of women. Callyope simmered, the pale plant had left its mark upon her tongue. She remained wordless for some time but her spirit sung loud and low.