Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

we can fade here, I apologize for late reply <3

The argent did not speak, and when her moonlit face turned, her paws did not raise to guide her back. It was too much to ask of her, leave everything behind, forget the man she loves, forget the woman she once loved. No; it was not fair. 

It was she that lived this long: Courtfall was long gone, buried under years and years of absence, death, sorrow. It is of no use to dig up the dead. And still, here she was, with her gifts stored somewhere in the corner of the ulaq, half-way confessing her heart.

For once, she was not selfish. „I will,” it was all she could mutter under heavy breath, watery eyes barely making out shapes. She did not allow herself to cry. It was time to be strong.

Little did she know she could not keep her promise. And on the most special day of her son.