Ouroboros Spine Allagí

chickadee could not keep from grinning half the day. no matter what task currently engaged her, she would often pause to gaze skyward, as if contemplating some sweet and inner secret.
antigone had stayed, and this joyed her. he was a good friend, or had been; she didn't like that they'd fallen off. somehow they searched for them both, and she danced toward him, glowing. "how's the day, antigone?"