Ouroboros Spine nightsong

A side glance, a glimmer of anger.

You are blood. What does he fear you will do? Because that was what it was, wasn’t it? She looked back up to Firemother’s great branches.

Do you grow tired, anaa? This has barely begun, and I do. How he held himself apart from them, never even trying to bridge a gap. How he’d taken her sister.

This, she found, she could not forgive him for.

Vairë licked her teeth, but said no more.