Ouroboros Spine Uumman

Rodyn had returned.

Samani found herself abuzz with joy. She had gathered a number of small items for him – a rock that glittered on the inside like starlight, a deer pelt with peculiar white splotches, an antler that had found a flowered vine growing around it. This had been the hardest thing, the vined antler, for she had worked to prepare a place where it could grow when the snows had gone. It overlooked a sunny clearing. If the vine continued to thrive, it would grow along the mountain stone and trees.

When she felt as though she had arranged her small gifts in a presentable manner, Samani set out in search of @Rodyn. Her eyes flickered to any movement, hoping that he would appear. She knew that he would be busy, that he had proven himself to be a valuable hunter to their people. It felt like it had been such a long time since he had gifted her the tassel that still clung firmly to her leg. She had thought of him every day, she felt.

Pausing, Samani sniffed for a familiar scent.