Ouroboros Spine uuquchiingix̂

Kukutux arrived, settling beside Nantahala and offering an idea that hadn't been considered. 

I would like that very much, she said, still gazing upon the lake's mirrored surface. I want to find something nice—that'll keep me warm when the world begins to cool, and that'll look nice on me! she giggled; already, she considered the stare of whomever she may be paired with one day! 

Do you think this is a good color on me? she asked, shrugging her shoulders as she considered the question for herself.