Ouroboros Spine mamianaktuk ◸

"young love," her voice is of a soft chide, "you know how they are, sister." love is something many people assume they have, but yet it only proves itself as fruitless infatuation. the honey moon dries, the pot is no longer full, and the heart demands to be taken care of. shikoba is no visionary, but this path she sees may only lead to heartbreak. "we cannot force her hand, no. so we must let her fall, if she refuses. she will know pain, but perhaps she will see truth then after. no mother wishes for heartbreak." a comforting look is offered in a softened gaze, "but she is growing, and is now head of her own village. she knows her power and growth."

a small breath, a tongue runs over her teeth anxiously as she thinks and listens.

"i remember him, yes. what is it that you believe?" his name wouldn't be brought without reason, after all.