Ouroboros Spine takluak

The water.

The plant. Callyope recalled the moments leading up to it in a haze. How she had prepared it alongside her mother. Dutifully. Devoutly.

Blood placed upon them.

Then you won't. She spoke softly, but her voice felt certain. As if she had some sort of say in this matter truly. That Tulukiri would never have to spirit walk again.

Maybe she wouldn't.

You did not know them in your visions, but do you feel the village was yours? That guiding them was your job?

She slowed to steal a glance at the nearing dark sky. Only slivers of the sun left.