Ouroboros Spine fires

in grief, she thought.

in ambition, she pondered.

in determination, she moved.

callyope had gone far, had returned. she held the same steady measure in her eye that sialuk had worn upon making her path back to moonspear. and it was an expression that ariadne had not been granted even after her own travels, though she placed this blame elsewhere.

"moonsong is the birthright of moon daughters," she decided, thinking of how the cold mountain stood alone now after a brief warmth. "if you mean to build your own village, perhaps you need a husband to do this. or a sister. or both," kukutux murmured, a slow plan taking hold in her mind. 

ariadne needed the steadiness now attendant in callyope's face. and perhaps only one husband would be necessary in the end, a man obedient to the will of siqniq women.