Ouroboros Spine pinched

"many loved your sisters."

"i loved her too,"

would she be loved? or would she be loved for being the ghost of her sisters? beautiful and wedded, mothers and village makers.

she was held and she cried.

how often had her mother and her gathered each other for tears now? just as kukutux's grief aged her, callyope had grown a tiredness that aged her too.

i am tired of losing, anaa. she confessed in a soft, near-muffled whisper. i am ready for life and a home full of it. i do not want to wait forever.