Ouroboros Spine lens

Yuralria hadn't made it far from the ulaq when a soft voice called her name. If it had been anaa - or anyone else for that matter - she would have likely kept on walking, but the presence of her father was not an unwelcome one. And so she stopped, gaze glued to the ground as he asked if she was alright.

In all honesty, the little girl didn't know the answer to that. All the fear and confusion turned rage seemed to have been wrapped in a messy parcel and deposited at the front door at her departure. Now, fatigue overwhelmed her. She was tired, so tired. On shaky legs she came to sit stiffly beside her daddy, head resting against his foreleg as she remained silent for a moment longer.

"A'm fine," came her whispered reply, though she did not feel it. She watched as the ground turned wet and cold from the splash of her tears as she replayed anaa's rage over and over again in her mind.