Ouroboros Spine To my research, as they do not tamper with, or have access to extramundial relics;

the jadestone eyes were soft as they took in the girl at her borders. traveling back from the coppice, she carried around her shoulders a hide, sun-warmed and ready to be worked into leather.

it was heavy for the ageing mother; she set it down and cupped her ears toward the figure wandering the boundary. the wind brought the scent of brecheliant.

"this woman greets you," came the call of her voice.