Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

first rite — and moonmother's eyes filled with the mossgreen misting of memories almost lost now to time.

a seal hunter boy, asking for her.

a remembered girlish flush, for it was in this time that kukutux as a girl had been told of this rite.

"i have only a few names. my sons are not yet men," kukutux said, though she looked sidelong now toward the pretty trailwalker. "i am atsak. matchmaker."

though it was not the sort of match that simbelmyne sought.