Ouroboros Spine mother

She was perfectly reserved. Interest swirled in her belly, keeping her grounded there, speaking with him. If he was hoping that she would bat her lashes and giggle at his remarks, he would be disappointed. For all her curiosity, Samani knew that in her poise was a level head. She could observe him and learn from him.

Hunting the seals seemed to be a difficult task. The peachy girl leaned forward, toward him. The tips of her toes ached from the weight of it. Jadestone eyes returned to the scars that had marred his figure. They had been given to him intentionally. Samani could not understand how someone could harm him, scar his beauty with a permanent reminder – did he need this to say that he was a man?

A wave of her tail was offered.

And your snout? she asked with a squint. The same ceremony?