Ouroboros Spine Can I say that? Don't have a clue

Grief brought her eyes shut, sudden and pointed into her chest.

My sister. Her death songs have been sung, so I will call her only cloudwater woman. I will not draw her back. They still used Shikoba’s name, but Shikoba was different.

Cloudwater woman was her own, and the grief that festered like a wound forbade her from letting her name rise to her tongue.

She is with her son in the dancing lights.

The path to the village was well trodden, generations overlapping, and she smiled in a wane way everytime she was spoken to.

Did you have an ulaq, last you lived here? I can bring you some of my furs if you remember its place.