Ouroboros Spine woza vumani bo

sobeille’s mind was already on a journey. she mapped out her plan, mentally choreographing the order of go in her endless pursuit of sketching out the empty pages of her forming legacy.

moonmother’s balanced attempt met deaf ears, though sobeille did return the smile.

they returned to the ulaq. she ruminated on kukutux, firemother, and the brazen amazonians of the sea. she thought of the man’s necessity in life and, to kukutux’s credit, even entertained it - but she decided that did not mean she had to like them or permit their presence outside of her season.

thank you for showing me de firemother. sobeille finished in a hushed voice, knowing her time here would soon come to a close.