Ouroboros Spine piviuttaktuk ⤩

Moonwoman wandered late, thr moon guiding her path. She rest late. Meanwhile Sunman retired for the day before the sun had fallen. So often now he came to almost miss seeing the moon for which he loved, yet tiredness seemed a perpetual state. A winter sluggish hibernation which had yet to ease even into the now spring. He was happy to know when he woke, however, his moonwoman was there at his side. 

He knew Kukutux struggles with all their loss, as she had watched the same in him time and time again. Yet remained blissfully unaware of the spirits which haunted her. Which cursed the name they had created. The Sun and Moon's continued on, when all else was gone. 

He stirs at her side, mumbling and grumbling into awareness. Words he would rather not hear, yet words he must. Callyope gone whilst pregnant. Forneskja shattering. A desperate attempt at finding the next Moonwoman of the Moon villages. Sialuk gone, one of those who had been present so long...

Worry plagues him and yet, when did it not? Daughters left and returned, some did not. Many sons onto their journey into men, never did they return, having forged a path of their own elsewhere. Maybe elsewhere, the name Nuiruk still thrived. Villages thrived. 

I fear our ways are coming to an end, my snow... Maybe they are to die with their Moonwoman and Sunman. The first. The last. 

Aiolos still clung to the idea that Vaire might lead with Valiant at her side. It was not ever to be, it seemed. Then, Agana?? Had he slept so long that he had not realized her return?