Ouroboros Spine i need those

at first, kukutux did not know what to do.

many men of love had now walked such a path. she hoped to see her son arrluk step one day where callyope did, ajei beside him.

green clearing roundabout the den had been cleaned of all debris, all flecks of flesh and slivers of bone. fine-tanned pelts were set upon the winter-browning grass, and in the center of these she had brought a taste of summer: dried blackberries, salmon preserved in pink curls, honeycomb, sea-snails.

her eyes reached for aiolos as callyope and this man of neverwinter moved toward them.

in tradition, sólhárr was to sit upon one side and they three on the other for this talk, but kukutux had not before enforced this. she wished to see where they settled.

with the warmth of her sun man draped over her shoulders, the duck welcomed them: "it is good to see your face." for each. for they together. a kiss once more for the silken forehead of her daughter, and kukutux eased into a sit beside aiolos.

moonwoman now looked with wisdom at the young faces glowing in love. "callyope wants this man who has the name sólhárr, my husband. he builds a village in the forest." tone carefully composed, lest her unsurety show. "sólhárr comes to speak of his ways and to ask bride-price for our daughter."

there now; the old words settled with more comfort now that she had spoken their existence.