Ouroboros Spine I never really feel a thing, I'm just kinda too froze

before her stands a woman cloaked in night and a man strung from the cloud's very own pieces of silvery grey. shikoba did not know what to think of the recent foot traffic that has come to the edges of moonglow, but perhaps there is no reason to think anything major of it. summer would eventually end its own long haul and be replaced with fall. moonglow would refill its caches and wait out the dreaded winter, and perhaps these wayward souls are looking to plan ahead.

star hunter has been back to work recently, picking up her fishing in the stream that runs through the spine to help cure the scaly flesh bites and preserve the meat for a white christmas. but the sound of a song, the mentions of a stranger, brings her towards the borders in a half-soaked fashion. with a short legged trot, the woman can be seen approaching with a high tail and head as she overlooks the others who stand before her.

coming to pause some distance at the edge between she and the couple, shikoba decides to introduce herself. "you stand on the edge of moonglow," she comes to say to them both as yellow eyes pass between them, "what brings you both?"