Ouroboros Spine i need those

callyope's soft eyes upon the face of sólhárr pleased kukutux. no matter her own feelings upon what had been done, her daughter's clear happiness was a warm balm to a broken heart.

aiolos remained silent, though his embrace for callyope was rich with love.

now sólhárr spoke, and moonwoman turned her gaze full upon him. a boar in many parts was before them, and her small hard paws, calloused from years of fleshing hides — they could not resist the grainside of this richly preserved pelt, and she saw her daughter's work in it.

aya! it was a good gift.

passing her touch over the tusks now, reverent in memory. that scar upon her shoulder seem to pulse softly with a resonance kukutux did not understand.

sólhárr spoke with passion, his voice turned to dawnlight at mention of callyope. it was a worshipfulness that aiolos paid moonwoman; there was no doubting the mirror into which she now glanced.

"you are a warrior." observation; assumption. wisdom. "and you will gather warriors and hunters to protect forneskja. we see that you are strong," and she looked again upon the boar-pelt, the tusks, the meat. however, for now her approval was veiled behind the mien she must uphold for now.

aiolos was displeased with this. for him ariadne's story threatened to repeat. moonwoman hoped that already he would see it was not the same. yet sun man must see with his own eyes that it was not. he must see a devotion that only rodyn yet had held and a protection that might guard callyope from any further suffering or pain.

for two seasons rodyn had searched his bride-price. samani had been a new woman. callyope had already lived as woman. what was fair?

"we ask six white foxes, seven otter, two lynx, and one seal. but that is not all."

kukutux drew breath.

"i will bring you along the path into our own stories. north," and she pointed with chin in such a direction, "there is a place of snow and ice which has the name of moonsong. a great ram lives high in the coldest places. only when the storms begin their howling will he make a path for the grasses below. you will know him by how he is tall. his pelt is a night without stars. it is not ease to find this one. sun man and moonwoman ask that you bring his body here, that you kill him and he is carried with your power back to us."

this warrior only must swallow the life spirit of the ram. kukutux would feel no affront if his hunters helped to bring back the ram, though she did not say this. he must decide what he would do.

bind him.

"before your great hunt, for three days you must fast, sólhárr." kukutux leaned forward a she spoke, and her eyes said this must not be overlooked. "then you will come to me. i will give you a secret way to dream before you leave to walk the storms."

she sat back beside aiolos. "it is this way for this truth: moonsong is a place of ghosts. an angry man was once buried there, kin to the siqniq people. it is a place where a village rose and a woman who is dead now was once loved by her own wolves. her spirit is close, and she may also visit moonsong to watch your hunt. you are welcomed here by living blood, sólhárr. now our ghosts must welcome you also."

if they were to live in the forest where a daughter of the moon had died, then the spirits of kannoyak and ariadne would be given their time to speak. kukutux did not believe that neverwinter might offer peace if its own sacredness was not recognized.