Ouroboros Spine yellow

iaghe ventured into the village, for once unaccompanied by those who shared her encampment beyond the borders. this, however, was not the source of nervous energy setting her form to trembling. 

she could not imagine how she could help much, how she could repay the moonwoman for her knowledge and hospitality. but reaching out, offering an empathetic ear during a time of tragedy seemed a good place to start.

it was a man she came across first in her search, both pale and dark with coloring like a seabird. 

"hello," the nightwisp demurred liltingly in what she assumed to be his own tongue. she attempted a friendly smile, whilst her heart attempted to stutter its way right from her chest.

she could not remember a time she had not been wild and half-mad.