Ouroboros Spine and carried you away into the alligator sky

there was much kinship between the thoughts of sobeille and Kukutux; while the moonmother’s thoughts drifted towards the extinction of her bloodline, sobeille’s funneled into how best she could assure the permanence of her own. a shame, then, that so many things were left unspoken — and those few words shared at all were voiced in a tongue sobeille couldn’t understand.

this reminded her of the lanzadoii meeting; sulky but firm, her gaze flickered away as yura and kukutux spoke in the sunshine way.

a wedge was driving its way through the three of them. sobeille could sense its harsh edges, the glacial creep of its insidious presence. finally, the tension there broke — a great unmooring of some unseen emotion hid behind moonwoman’s unreadable face.

she looked to yura quietly, measuring her expression. she was amenable to staying, but also anxious to start her own journey home. yet she reminded herself that this was not just her own journey — yura was as much a piece of it as she, and whatever she willed in this moment, was what will be.