Ouroboros Spine white hawks arriving

the rain cleared.

sisamat ventured out of the ulaq under watch of his father. he did not get far, and plopped down with his eyes locked on a target in the sky.

the moon! it was a clear enough day now that the moon was visible, and the boy looked at it with great interest. he reached with a paw as if he might grasp at it, and fell forward.

aaba! whaaa-haa? what was that? why couldn't he have it?