Ouroboros Spine eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

A rustle, among the trees.

Her eyes glanced from her children to the splotch of color in the otherwise uniform green and brown. Her head crested at the end of her neck, despite the tremor of her limbs as who it was washed over her.

Winterhawk man. Her voice was flat, monotone, leaning neither which way in how she felt. This was her sister’s husband, and she was now his superior. Vairë probed one of her teeth with her tongue, and tried to settle her racing heart.

It is a fine day for a walk. She hoped this was all he wanted, an accident in stumbling across her whelping den.