Ouroboros Spine woza vumani bo

sobeille dutifully took up pace behind the long-limbed strides of the moonwoman. first they traversed a hard packed trail, then passed an encampment sobeille would come to learn was called ulaq.

the trail continued, serpentine as it cut through the moonfolk territory. eventually the ground gave way to stone, and then, a great tree nestled at its hearth.

sobeille grew up in sapphique, where sequoias dominated the landscape. yet, even immersed in their majesty, she could see the power this tree commanded over the landscape. it grew like a flaming forked tongue between bitter roots of stone. its many boughs cut against a cerulean sky.

for a long pause, sobeille tried to rope in that power. it was an aura — a deep feeling — what did it feel like, taste like, smell like? it was but tendrils on the cusp of her cognizance.

where dis tree get her power from? she asked at length, turning to Kukutux with the solemn gaze of a hungry pupil.