Ouroboros Spine takluak

The smoke carried from her lungs and danced, dissipating at the edges; beyond it, she saw the coalesced form of someone striding close. Fine-boned, feminine. Neither the disgraced leader of Natgivik or the intimiating witch woman of Moonglow; the nearer Callyope got the easier it was to recognize her, and Tulukiri averted her gaze as she moved to settle and watch the sky.

One ear turned as the title was spoken aloud.

She did not feel much like a warrior right now. This was no warband, they held no marching orders and Tulukiri never attended any training sessions; she was meant to continue working with Kivaluk, but since the circle that was yet another thing she had put aside. The title, therefore, made her feel intimate guilt.

The light is dying too early, she finally answered, having let her thoughts wander and go dark, following the angle of the celestial body. The air was chilled enough already, yet in the coming hours it would only worsen, but at least there were no clouds in the sky - no hint of snow to come by morning.

Another sigh. I... she started, faltered, and silenced within moments.