Ouroboros Spine i loved you like the sun

I do not know.

She was mother, anaa herself, but Vairë swept into Kukutux’s arms like she was nothing more than a child.

Rhaegal is gone. My sisters scatter to new villages. Come spring, Vairë did not know what they would see in the village of her birth, how many children.

I will not leave Moonglow. Not again. The village was home, but it was also armor. A multi-generational support net, threading over her wounded heart.