Ouroboros Spine in the comings and the goings

For a time, she was only quiet. Unsure, her tongue laden with rocks and words unsaid. Lotë was gone, so it felt, and Vairë knew this.

She knew of the seasons, the wind, the deer and their high, snorting laughter. She knew of autumn leaves and summer sun and the spirits and faith that ran through their village so deeply. She knew the cold times and the warm ones and the scent of new birth on the breeze. She knew how time would change, how the sun curved across the sky every day and the moon followed. Vairë was nearly two years into existence, whatever cursed one she’d led to be carved like a prey animal for eating, she knew many things.

This? This she could not answer right away. The silence stretched, aching in every second, before the doe would draw in a gasping breath.

I..I want this for me. And in my mother’s name. Both. I want to know a man who will be there, who is dignified enough to not bring destruction, but brazen enough to not think it childish to play sometimes. Who watches the stars, but is not so focused he loses touch with the ground. Someone to love and who will love in return. She had grown up watching Kukutux and Aiolos, and now she watched Rodyn and Samani. The outsider girl with the deer soul, who could not stay her feet, to the grown woman with the heart of a doe, who did not flinch when looking at her future.

And Vairë knew that. Her future was here.