Ouroboros Spine arrii ⥈

Moondoe was quiet.

Her voice rose with song, but it was shallow. Bitter, as if the touch of the wind would shatter the fragile grace to it and reveal the ugly anger beneath.

Her nose pointed to the sea. 

Her mother and father grieved, Vairë would seek the vengeance owed to them through blood and steel. 

Her mind caught on the dark coat, on the hole she had torn in his face. It was an image that would not leave her.