Ouroboros Spine fires

Ariadne was in her mind, her heart, her soul. Heavy as a stone and yet she did not mean to spill all to their mother.

First she would tend to herself and then she would begin to tend to her sister, as promised.

I mean to settle. Her eyes were warm and she watched her mother with the fur. A proof of things passed between them, the importance of her mother's presence.

I spent time among different villages far from here. I tended to furs and sung them songs. I watched their hunters bring down many cold land creatures.

I mean now to be in a moon village, to be guided by you in preparation for the next parts of life.

Her eyes shone soft as she looked upon the pale face before her.

No longer was she a girl of anger and grief. Whatever had ached in her had been buried in ice and snow, left to freeze forever.