Ouroboros Spine momentum

He spoke to her, and she let his voice rumble over her ears like a gentle waterfall. She had missed him so, had watched every horizon waiting for him to return, only to miss it to her delusion. Part of her spat at the thought.

He was gone in a whirl of his white tail, and Vairë stared after him for a moment, before she sighed a soft note. He would be back, he had promised. She looked out past where his ghost lingered in her vision, to find the blurry shape of her mother. Her mouth twitched into a tired smile.

My seahawk flies on distant wings. He will never come home. He searches for what he doesn’t have anymore. My ice bear returns, and I cannot rejoice. She murmured, eyes trailing past her mother to the horizon beyond her.

I wonder if Sedna lets you watch us, cloudwater woman. Do you see what has happened? Are you happy? My ice bear is home, but you are not. You left us, cloudwater woman, and I don’t understand why. The seahawk has left us, the saltwater woman, and you. I wish I knew why. Her eyes slipped closed for only a moment, eyelids rising again when she heard footsteps back towards her.