Ouroboros Spine clawfeather

pping silver from here on out <3

they had come all this way and his daughter was not here. this wearied silvertongue, who could not remember motherhood except in splintered pieces of pain. the green had stolen all, and she bowed her head at such a lack of empathy inside herself. hungry, thirsty, in pain from long travel, she wished only to rest and wish for charitability another time. when she looked sideways, the woman who had escorted them was grinning, clearly pleased at something this moon wolf had said. food was bestowed and she tried not to be so ravenous, silent as her eyes flicked to akavir's tense shoulder, beyond to the darkened profile of his handsome face.