Ouroboros Spine qitunġaġiit

cameo!

nantahala had been snuggled up next to her own aaka when the sudden sound of crying stirred her from her sleep. one baby blue pops open, blonde lashes fluttering; the source of the awful sound was her new friend! naturally, the girl did not like this.
much too young to understand what was going on in her life, all nantahala can think to do is toddle over to her and offer her presence as comfort, chin wobbling with the threat of her own tears.