Ouroboros Spine old habits die screaming

She was silent.

There was so much she could say, so much she could hurl. Accusations and hurtful words, sly side comments, pointed aggression like a spear. She could whirl them over her head like rocks in a slingshot, she could hurl them where it would hurt.

Vairë did not. She just sat, a silent, still statue of a woman. Old Doe’s breath ghosted across her shoulder.

You should demand her weep. Beg. Crawl. The matron growled in her ear with prey animal viciousness. Moondoe flicked her ear to dismiss the aggressive apparition of her totem.

Please. Stay. She gestured with her paw.

Tell me what you saw. What you experienced. What was your favorite part?