Ouroboros Spine ᐅᑎᖅᑐᖅ

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these wilds were a far cry from her home island in the east, and yet the frost and thaw welcomed her in soft whispers. the winds carry a scent that seems so familiar, and yet so far away. it sings to her; a deep and spiritual hymn for the siqniq woman to dance with. 

fluid movement carries her across valleys and forests until she's found the scents home. it almost reminds her of kinnigait; of family. her mother used to tell stories of their lineage and ancestors when she was just a little girl. 

would it be possible that she'd find kin here? that her travels would be met with reunion and rejoice? 

her heartbeat is strong and true. hopeful, as she sings into the morning mist, her voice a beckoning melody.