Ouroboros Spine kakisak ⊅

Ajei smiled sweetly. Glad to know that she would not go on this journey alone. That someone would be there to help her along. And that her mother's memory would be there enfolding her in it's lasting embrace. If not physical body, then spirit and thoughts. 

Ajei did not know what she could ask for. She didn't. She knew she she must come up with something. But the thought too that he could possibly not come back after such a hard journey. She tilted an ear. Thoughtful.

A fish from the tide pools of moontide. The fur of an elder brother otter that fights hard and is given a good death. And the roots of a weeping willow to grow near my mother's grave.