Ouroboros Spine Trust I seek, and I find in you.

Kukutux spoke of Chakliux and Ciri's ears pricked forward with interest, though we're quick to splay. She exhaled softly through flared nostrils, disappointment clear in the sunshine hue of her eyes. The dashing of her hope was still a raw thing and she felt it as the Moonwoman provided more reason behind the seal hunter ways.

She picked at the meat she'd been provided as she listened, silent as she mulled over the uncertainty of her future. The thought was cast aside with Kukutux' announcement that she herself had once meant to wed a seal hunter boy, and there was a surprised quirk to her dark brow. Ciri had always known that Kukutux was not born of Moonspear, that she'd married into the Ostrega family, but she'd never wondered of her life before the mountain.

She had held the love of Aiolos for several years since the collapse of their family; Ciri was glad that there'd been room in her wounded heart for him. I don't know that I'll ever find a mate, the swallow admitted, despite very much wishing to bind her soul to another. I don't know why I'd wanted it to be him.