Ouroboros Spine that sinking feeling

Everyday she got closer and closer to being herself, moving from a cramped, stooped walk to something akin to her normal, doe-like stride. There was more power behind it now, more wolf mixing with the deer.

Souls finally settling to a harmony. Vairë wasn’t whole, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever come to be, but..well.

She was close.

So outside she went, once again against the advice of the healers, but there she was, her fox pelt slung across her shoulders, soaking in the faint warmth of the winter sun.

She was still within eyesight of the healing dens, but she knew eventually that she would need to find an ulaq, for herself. She didn’t know how comfortable she felt trying to find her mother’s, or staying with Kukutux and Aiolos, but this was for a later date. For now, she lived beneath the hands of healers anyway.