Ouroboros Spine eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

I am to be wed again.

And you would have led my sister so far she never would have known.

Vairë kept the caustic tone hidden underneath her tongue, unwilling to allow anyone to see that hidden anger, that snake waiting to strike. She looked to her children, before she slid from her perch to come closer to the winterhawk, if only to put herself between him and them.

I am moondoe, to be the next moonwoman, once anaa has decided she wishes to only be grandmother. And, as you can see, I have three more children. She looked over her shoulder.

Lilyflower, Lariat, and Lightfoot. They grow like weeds. She looked back to Kigipigak. A curious brow raised. Would he have much else to say?