Ouroboros Spine lavender

shikoba was growing older and greyer these days, and often she wondered about the young boy who walked the path of second hunter. she thought of her children, her husband, and her ever growing family here within the spine. shikoba had never dreamed of leaving behind a legacy, but the blood of herself and her father flows strong through each of her children. the pheasant tail story lives in.

but pain still clouds the mountains, and moon woman grieves in her silence of sun man. shikoba knew not of any easy solutions to lose a child and handle the impact of loss. she wondered if an offering to sedna may offer comfort in the growing nights for kukutux.

rounding through the densite and nosying for something she could offer, sulfur eyes come to land onto another figure before her. shikoba knew her face, but at the time had been so busy, these two have perhaps not crossed paths directly like this before.

"looking for someone?" she asks, looking towards the girl softly with a tilted head.