Ouroboros Spine but what about your quiet treason?

"Aaka," she whispered. "Aaka," she whispered again. To her mama, she called her again, and again, before the speakings of the adults. The woman in white and then, her Aaka, and her Aapa, who their child fumbled the 'p' with a clumsy 'b'. Nonsense, meaningless words from their mouths, and words she did not understand. Malguk, she went out of her way to look to her mama and say again, again. "Aaka," in her starry whispers.

Oh, how she did not understand their talk and their voices, so she said, "Aaka." Repetitive, annoying, misunderstanding, and lost. Grating to the greeting and the tears, the pain now, the memories now that were shared. Malguk tried to understand.

When Aaka did not work, when mommy was busy, it was then to her daddy that she wished to cling to. Mommy was busy. Mommy, busy. "Aaba." With her paw, pawing at his leg, and as the time went on, the beg in her voice rumbling. "Aaba." It was with a final "Aaba," a gasp of air as she did not time her speaking with her breathing, that her attention was turned by the touch of her mama.

The woman in white with sparkling eyes spoke to them, in which Malguk could see her own in as a mimic, the child gasped again. Stiff, awkward, but the woman in white watched. Malguk didn't know how to express awe. "Anâaaasi.." Anânsiak.