Ouroboros Spine healing

she thought she might go to her mother. ask after the girl or see if even anaa might mind the task.

but she thought of the ember girl. the one who had panted her anxieties and laid low upon the glen’s earth. the one who callyope had sung for until they had slept.

the girl had healed her.

she wanted to see the face of the future and not be so scared. as much as she wished to be wed and bring forth her own life, she knew the talks overwhelmed her too. that she felt fretting fuzzies and like disappointment might strike at any moment.

no, she did not want to find her own mother for this. she did not want to be around the singing bodies and hear the songs of bride prices.

she had plenty of time for that on other days.

her volume was hushed and soft so it would not draw attention from those who worked. a humming sound of curiosity as she swept through paths less walked. looking for the girl, hoping to find her somewhere here. away from the loud joy, away from the looming future that she both yearned and loathed.