Ouroboros Spine i grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange

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Anaa had a bird.

A brown crow that sat over the ulaq where she rested. She called him beyond. In the brief time where Kassuq was among them, he had a bird too. An owl he never seemed to acknowledge.

Lightfoot had wanted one herself. One that was fast. A runner, like her. Like one of the fast hawks she saw from a distance, swooping to grab a rabbit. She kept her eyes open for the right occasion, hoping beyond hope that maybe one would simply come to her.

Today, she ran. Lengthening legs churned the dirt beneath her paws, sending clots into the sky as Three Sisters opened before her. She flew through the lavender fields, banking sharply around one of the stately trees with a laughing apology to it, before she careened right for the soft, lapping waters of the lake. Lightfoot hit the surface at speed, finally slowing down when a slip on a rock drove her under.

Now sopping, she hauled herself out of the water and looked up to the sky. Nothing. No bird to come land on her shoulder, no sound of feathers rustling. Lightfoot’s waggling tongue retreated into her mouth, and her face soured into a pout.

Don’t get it. She murmured as she plopped her rear on the ground outside the lake, not even bothering to shake water from her fur.