Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

I have, he answered, although his tone left some room for improvement - he wasn't convinced one way or the other if he should share his deeper thoughts, and decided against them. His mother was so esteemed here in the village! How would she react to her son rejecting the same path? Mojag wanted to mull over his thoughts for longer, but he also did not want to plague her with his doubts and misgivings.

It feels different here, and the same, somehow. Like there have been changes - or maybe I am changed? It is confusing, he blushed and pressed his face in to his mother's furs again. I was far away, on an island. I thought for the longest time I had been brought there by the sky lights, the kind that Kukutux sometimes talks about in stories. Death, then.

I am glad to be home.