Ouroboros Spine or in the temple of absent gods

she did not know these things. her long years as anaa gave insight, but only valiant knew his heart.

the tiredness around his eyes was sadness, she felt. a tupilak followed him as they often did to those with strong emotion. she would not say this, knowing that her ways still held many differences, but she would hold it as a thought for the future.

a third small bundle then, this time for the spinebrother himself; tiny white petals sifted with springtime lavender, to relax, to bring soft dreams.

valiant was not ready to marry. 

"i have done this, but their lives will write new stories. i only hope that they carry mine." a pause. "i have chosen a moonwoman to follow me when i am ready to become only grandmother. my daughter, vairë. much experience she has been given in her young years. in her, i see my want that the nuiruk clan builds many, many more things after i have gone."

kukutux noticed that valiant had not yet eaten. perhaps he was not hungry. or perhaps the weight in his eyes dulled his stomach. it was as a mother she glanced to him now. "will you tell me the story of how were first called isbjørn?"