Ouroboros Spine nightsong

"no. i am not tired, doe woman. i am angry."

and perhaps that was more than all. more than blood.

"i do not think kigipigak will be cruel. he has nothing here but sunshine to hold. this may make him angry, however."

an owl's cry lanced through the night.

"it would be better if they were not one. she has come here to be among us. unless he too will accept this, his tartok heart will not live well beneath the sun."

and while this was his own fault, kukutux could see no better reason for all of kigipigak's hatred than if she stood across his path and pulled ariadne from his side. her daughter had chosen him. had she not accepted this first?

be wise.

"i will go tomorrow." the proud chin lifted.