Ouroboros Spine 'cause girl, i'm on a mission

Vairë hummed a short, musical note, a smile on her face as she looked down at the antler.

I do..I really do. Eight tines, a great feat. Showing much skill. The more tines the deer had, she knew, the older the deer was. To take an old stag, was to allow a younger stag to continue the diversified genetics. Whoever this stag was, his death allowed life to thrive.

She took a step up over Rhaegal’s back, settling down on his uninjured side and leaning against his shoulder.

..it was a three pointed antler that did this. She murmured, gesturing to her face.

We are both deer-marked now.