Ouroboros Spine Sunrise activate

You'refine

Ajei had many blows to her mental health. She wore grief like a second skin. But she refused to be cowled by it. Instead she wrapped it tight and wore it like a boa. Always there, always tight. But with a sheer astounding level of respect for what she had and lost. It would not destroy her.

A small smile. I have indeed. I have always found peace in the mundane. The quiet moments of toil that bring your mind to an even keel.

She laughed gently. A tiny bird shrill really. I can show you if you'd like.