Ouroboros Spine i loved you like the sun

And through it all, Vairë listened.

And listened.

A history spoken for her ears, threading the life of a woman together in a way that felt incomplete at its end. Were this a story, a young Vairë may have booed. There was so much bad!, she might have said, where’s the happy ending! Every story has that!

But this was life, not a story, and life rarely gave happy endings.

So the doe listened to the duck, writing the history of their people, of her, into the walls of her heart. Where it would rest forever in its illuminated manuscript upon the shelf. Chapter after chapter.