Ouroboros Spine Black willow

In the water? 

No, no… ON the water, gramma. She floated with the man. They looked like water was part of them. 

Would she insist that Pan saw only imaginary conjurings? It was possible, sure. The moonwoman had only ever been loving and supportive, so the boy did not think that she would cast aside his visions as being childish. 

I could not hear her, even when I called out. But the white man spoke to me. He had a deep voice, Pan went on, mimicking the sound of Kannoyak’s rugged baritone. He thought he’d done a decent job and he awaited the proper praise from his grandmother. Callyope too! She must be overjoyed that Pan had successfully delivered the urgent message.