Ouroboros Spine and carried you away into the alligator sky

There is no one else.

If Kukutux sought to break her spirit further, she was certainly succeeding. The gravity of her estrangement weighed on young shoulders as if a pelt of her own had been stuffed with a thousand rocks and placed upon her like some cruel parting gift. "That is not my problem anymore." Call it petty, but Yura wished to steal the last word as she had Moonwoman's succession.

The healing ulax would be their rendezvous for the night, but before that - perhaps what the girl had been waiting to hear of most though she had not thought to ask. Had not felt she could ask. And yet Kukutux delivered with all the eternal kindness Yuralria wanted to hate but found she could not. Her spirit; she'd known its meaning but never its name. A matriarch's parting wisdom, a last connection that Yura would treasure for the rest of her life.

Her lips parted then but no words came. There was nothing left to say, and the girl found she could only watch in turmoil as her grandmother departed and left her and Sobeille to their thoughts. A moment would pass before Yura would motion noiselessly and lead the way into the village heart, vehemently putting the lake behind her.