Ouroboros Spine takluak

It felt wrong to speak about her feelings. It wasn't a Tartok-versus-Moonglow culture thing, either. It was a Tulukiri thing. These people weren't her family; she had left her family behind, chosen to abandon them for the pursuit of a dream half-realized, and those people she fell in with (Tulimaq especially) had no time for feelings. That was a time of work, of focus, of strength and obedience (even if it ended with disobedience).

Tulukiri therefore, did not know what to say. She sat in silence as the last of the color faded from the sky. She watched the air as if words might appear for Callyope without her involvement, or perhaps she could manifest something by sheer force of will - but no, there was only silence and the soft sounds of wind across the crown of the mountain.

I don't know where to start.

Her chest felt weighted. Have you... Do you, um, the women, drink that water a lot? Do that, a lot? She meant the ritual, but struggled to speak of it. Was this what made Moonglow so different from her own people?