Ouroboros Spine you look so worn, so thin

a tired smile graced her features as she rested herself on the ground beside him. she knew the northern star, it had brought her home after all. looking at it brought feelings of hope and despair that died in turns. we're here, galana. come home. the stars always prompted all sorts of dreaming, but those words were true to her. it was as if her soul directly was spoken to; it was unlike the songs and words she'd imagined in her mind. the nuutuittuq assured her they were steady, that they were out there, and the star was right.

❝i remember.❞ her voice was growing quieter as the sweet embrace of sleep opened its arms. ❝the nuutuittuq.❞

❝brought me home.❞ she mumbled and rested her head on her paws, her words slow and lazy with contentment.

❝tell me more.❞ stories, lessons of the sky, what she'd missed, any of it would be well received by her ears.