Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

yes ;;;

it was fear that drew kukutux, fear of such a cutting hurt once more. it was guilt that her heart even remembered agana at all, not when aiolos had loved her once all through her grief for the blackfox.

it was fear of harm to agana herself, the duck knowing that her own fickle nature could not be allowed its voice in this.

girls again, breathless, but it was the tears of women which covered now their faces.

something changed; it grew like winter between them and kukutux pulled her eyes away so that agana might not feel her shame and her own hurt which she had no right to feel.

"yours is the only face i remember of that warm time."

she wanted to touch, to — assure. she did not.

moonwoman stood, her frailed paws twisted in sudden pain. "come with me to firemother. please." stay beside me in the hungry times.

selfish. selfish!