Ouroboros Spine Fly me to the moon

she listens, her old ears straining to perhaps pick up the delicate notes of her voice. the way this girl spoke reminded her of ajei, tenderly so. perhaps in shikoba's heart of hearts, she would hope her daughter could come to find this frostfur. but, she pushes away selfish and idle thoughts, the guardian still within her role. "this is the land of moonglow," she would offer with a sweep of her muzzle the area around them, "i am shikoba, its star hunter." there's a polite dip of her head in a formal greeting before she decides to answer the questions asked.

"we have space," she says warmly, "this home is of the sunshine people, and our moon woman is the head of this village, beside her sun man." her eyes soften upon faele's figure. "may i ask what talents you have, or wish to learn if you were to join us?" her tone is not as demanding as it once was in her life. and even now her body has grown softer and rounded.