Ouroboros Spine pinched

the story unfolded.

callyope realized that her mother had already lived many and long lives. she herself was only at the start of one of these many lives that kukutux had experienced. it was these things that made her moonwoman. not simply being mother, not simply being the head of moonglow.

moonwoman was a cumulation of knowledge and many histories.

moonwoman saw many things, so that she may guide those through them.

she had forged new ways in this land. men had not simply been given wives and a moonspear stood before the one her sister now ruled. brothers, but none until blackfox. and it was only when her mother burned did this blackfox make her wife.

you will know.

maybe she was meant to wait until her own burning. maybe she was meant to stay only upon the course her mother might set.

i will wait. i will know. it was not confidence but it was a promise. the hunting...when the time comes, look upon hunters for me as my mother and moonwoman. one who will know my worth as one of sun and moon.

i know you have guided me with one name already, but if he does not want it...if he does not know.

guide me, anaa, and i will know.

she could not speak anymore, but her voice rattled in her mind.

do not leave me. do not let me stray. guard my own heart when i am too weak to.

i am sorry for not listening deeply sooner, anaa.