Ouroboros Spine uvlakuun ⋳

The pearl welcomed her, unfolding like a memory long buried. Agana sank into the embrace, golden eyes drinking her in: the curve of her hip, the jagged scar that cut across her shoulder, the faint ones dotting her moonlit face. She needed to remember, to carve each detail into the marrow of her bones.
She lingered longer than she should, but how could she not? Even if the duck no longer belonged to her, Agana would fight. Even now, when another claimed her heart, she would not yield. She was no fool; she knew love when she saw it. The daughters she bore were not from duty but devotion. The signs were there, written in the traces of red fur, in the pelts meant for more than one that draped the ulaq. And yet, she let herself dream, let herself wonder; what if? What if she stole her away from all of this, from expectation and obligation? What if they ran, just as she had once imagined they would, two girls lost in summer’s embrace?
Her palm remained open, her heart laid bare. She would not be blind this time. She would not be silent. Her muzzle lifted, breath warm as she whispered words long overdue; words she had once spoken in the hush of night. „Ești importantă pentru mine,” The same tongue, the same tension.
Agana would win her back. She had to. She tightened her grip as if to keep the moment from slipping through her fingers. But this was not an ending. It would never be an ending again.

and they ran off into the sunset ;;