Ouroboros Spine mamianaktuk ◸

she could feel the weight within her sister's stomach, she could sense the pain within her words. So Shikoba is quiet for a moment, afraid that if she spoke too soon, then she may sour the moment even more. everything would be given the moment to pass, where she can only hear their breaths and perhaps the whistling of the wind.

she lets out a quiet breath. "you have suffered many moons," she says gently to her, "listen to what your spirit needs." she knew of moonspear, before it had become sialuk's mountain. she had known of the lost wayward ocean girl, and now one more of her kin wrestles with the tupilak snatching her away. certainly, many things sit upon her shoulders that even shikoba cannot see.

sisters they were, yes. perhaps in success, in motherhood, and in heartbreak. "a man can change his name, but his heart remains the same underneath. sedna will know his face, even if tries to hide." she could only hope, she could only pray. but even known, shikoba didn't know. when she thinks of the young first hunter, the mention of his wedding brings a joyous thought to her mind.

"kivaluk will bring honor to moonglow and to your hearth. i look forward to his joy." she whispers with a small smile.