Ouroboros Spine renaissance

his mother. she drew in a breath, wanting to spare him with more talk of happier things.

ipiktok is a man. speak to him as one.

"she walks far and often now," kukutux murmured of @Vairë, gathering her foxpelt and turning them slowly along the familiar path. "she grieves her sister, woman of moonsong. not two cycles of the moon have passed since she was lost."

her face grew dark and sober; the grandmother looked fiercely to her grandson then. "your mother's heart will be soothed in some way when she sees you, ipiktok."

the ulax were ahead. moonmother called for moonwoman. your son has returned; come and see his face.