Ouroboros Spine Last fire will rise behind those eyes

A grin of thr impish sort. I like to think so. 

Then another arrived an older woman who looked upon him with pleasant face. She took him in and flayed him open and he had no doubt this was the Anaa that Sialuk spoke so sweetly of.

Hello! Alaric Willow. My sister's scent was here. Her name's Amalia.