Ouroboros Spine living conditions

with youth, she could not pair the speaking of these names. sakhmet was her flesh, her mother. the absence, as usual, was not felt yet; with growth, curiosity, questions, a misplaced longing would arise. as visitors came and went, galana was thrilled.

a windmilling tail and a excitable glance towards the woman were all that followed her entrance, the tiny girl responded this way for most visitors. this stranger smelled like her mother, the moonwoman that is. little galana did not understand where her anaa had gone. there were so many confusing presences, disappearances, including the red woman she clung too for the first few weeks.