Ouroboros Spine under cloud & under star,

Agana's gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes as she observed Rodyn. His words carried weight, the kind born from hardship. Life had not been kind to him.
„What has happened?” The question left her lips smoothly, unhurried, as she lowered herself onto her haunches a short distance from him; close enough to listen, far enough to give him space should he need it.
When she spoke again, there was a wistful lilt to her tone, the kind that came with memories stretching far beyond the present. „I have been well. Months of travel led me back here.” Her gaze drifted, tracing the familiar landscape: the trees standing like silent sentinels, the stones worn by time, the sky stretching endless above them. „Yes, I love it so far. I am glad to be back.”
A small smile graced her lips, a quiet invitation. If he wished to share his story, she would listen.