Ouroboros Spine the one who devours

Rodyn and Mojag were similar, but also very different. Perhaps once upon a time Mojag would have made a wonderful hunter. But the time near the sea changed him. Made a growth in him that they wouldn't understand until he told them of it. But that was the way of things. The world helped to shape you. Just as Rodyn had grown into his own during his bride price journey.


Rodyn met her gaze and said softly. I would speak honestly with him. I would be sure to tell him that no matter what he chose I would support him. That I would be proud of him no matter what. Sometimes as young men, we need to hear those words. Not that we don't know it, or can believe it. We must hear it. It helps to fully solidify it in our spirits and in our hearts.

A frown marred his face and he sighed. As males we are given a set of rules. Even if they aren't the right rules. We feel that we must provide. That we are incapable of feeling things fully. We are not told it is okay to be sensitive, to not follow the path laid before us. Sometimes we just need a reminder. That it's okay.