Ouroboros Spine pinched

please.

her voice felt small, wedged back in her throat like a blockade to her emotions.

and her bride price! she must decide it as head of her own village! yet it had not come to rise and she worried if one who hunted her bride price might think it would be lost upon her. oh, what a terrible thought. she must remind herself this was for her as much as any village she was claimed by.

it felt as if her mother knew and she offered.

speak my name and set my bride price. until my village stands i still wish to be yours to guide, anaa. even when i roam.

her blood would always be moonglow no matter anything that came after.