Ouroboros Spine siglikiraktuk ⦅

It sounded to Mojag like a mixture of his mother's ways and that of Bartholomew, which somehow felt right. How could he find common ground like this between such different people? Perhaps they were not so different; perhaps this was the act of god, leading Mojag from one spirituality to another, and to this vision quest. If he was meant to go on this quest to become a man in full then he could not ignore the significance.

It sounds very important, he muttered obliquely, and went quiet again. His thoughts were a tumult.

Can I go on this hunt now? Or am I still too -- little? He was not little any longer, and had not been for some time, but Mojag had no sense of himself. He did not know how his body had changed during his time on the island - he knew he was older, but he was disconnected from that self awareness.