Ouroboros Spine nightsong

She was changing. Being created anew. This was what she knew.

Sometimes, she felt less moon and more sun these days. Like the wrong move would set her ablaze.

No. I have seen her, and I have seen the winterhawk. But not their children. He suggested for our children to meet when they are older. She lifted her head from the trunk of Firemother.

She was a fool. But I find cannot blame her. She had paid her price a thousand times over.