Ouroboros Spine of a longing spirit

While Rhaegal thought of her, she too thought of him.

Vairë, dressed in her fox coat, walked the shore of the lake she had languished beside what felt like years ago. No more was she broken, fitful girl, wanting and wanting what she could not have. Now, she was doe woman, to be wed to sea salt stag.

And where he wished to go, she would follow. Vairë had spent almost two years in the village, perhaps on and off again, but there. Waiting in the wings for something to happen, her cue to come on stage and come alive. Samani and Rodyn were wed, Kausuit was with the walrus hunters and briefly among their number, and those were her siblings that were her same age. Say nothing of Stratos, already bringing in two potential wives, or Callyope’s man she had heard talk of.

Yes. Perhaps it was time, she mused, to disperse out into the world before her anaa whelped in spring. And, she shyly, quietly hoped, she would whelp come summer.