Ouroboros Spine I think of you when I think about forever

three children. kukutux softened her features and nodded, some gratitude entering her eyes. maia did not have to make a path here; such could have been told another time. but here she stood.

"i give the same to you, maia. i give thanks to you also for coming here to tell me these things."

caught between offering her usual hospitality, and wishing to avoid the bite of well-warranted rejection, kukutux pushed the skin bag toward the brecheliant woman. "medicine seeds. i will gather more. i age. the good spring rain seems to live inside my bones and i am sick before i can blink." it was for chickadee, but it was for them all.

moonmother would not force friendship. but they could work as grandmothers of differing societies.