Ouroboros Spine blue sky

Ipiktok moved falling branches from the village paths in the early morning. The aromatic pine was made all the stronger by the crisp winter air, and a fresh layer of squeaky snow covered the ground. It was good work. Hard work. Time to be alone and ponder.

After, he fetched a piece of cured meat from their stores and gnawed it merrily. He saved the fat cap and brought it to where his mother, @Vairë, rested. Was she strong enough for company?

"Anaa?" his rough voice asked quietly outside her sleeping place.