Ouroboros Spine i loved you like the sun

When I am gone.

Vairë’s breath hitched. The reminder of her mother’s mortality, the ever creeping affects of old age. She didn’t want to look at see it, see how joints may grow stiff, how her anaa’s smooth gait could crumple into a hobble while she wasn’t looking.

She swallowed spittle and bile, and listened.

If I am to wed again, I want to be courted properly. Not rushed, but over months. She knew it was stubborn, and perhaps not what was meant for her, but what could she do? Rhaegal had been a whirlwind, there one minute and gone the next. She shook off the thought.

I will meet them. Vairë promised.

And I will stay, in Moonglow. If you wish to teach me. An inhale, stuttered.

I will become moonwoman when you are no longer here. If you want me to.