Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

The last few days had pulled her away from the spine, but not without purpose. In quiet devotion, Agana had sought to fulfill her promise, gathering all she knew the moonwoman would cherish: delicate white flowers, their petals pure as untouched snow, and a smooth moonstone, its glow reminiscent of the night sky’s gentle watch.
Was this the moment? The day she would finally lay her heart bare, unshielded by foreign tongues or distant dreams of a fate that might never come?
She had prepared in silence, fashioning a secluded den far from the main camp, a place where her gifts had rested, waiting for the right time. And now, with careful urgency, she gathered them between her jaws, her steps purposeful as she made her way toward the ulaq, hoping, praying, to find @Kukutux alone.