Ouroboros Spine sons of salt and sea

She smiled at that, giving a little laugh in response.

I suppose we shall, hm? There was a twinkle of humor in her riverstone eyes as she turned her head to begin cleaning her coat, neatly resting the flowers and pine buds in a pile to the side for reasons she didn’t quite know. It was just nice to have them in a pile. It was only when she got to the places she could no longer reach that she shuffled onto her other side, baring the nape of her neck like a noblewoman seeking help with the clasp of a necklace.

Can you get the rest? I can’t reach it.