Ouroboros Spine ugguanik ⏞⏟

She spoke on the first day, only with anaa and of what she must speak of. What they were to become here on this ring of mountains. What they were to do to create their path forward. But before she could set her heart to that, she must sing again. No words came out with their haunting notes this evening, and it was a relief to her throat, though not to her spirit, which sank just as deep as it ever had since the strange storm.

Sialuk thought of the ancestors Nikai had spoken of, and how her grandparents may still walk the mountain in their own way. She wondered now, her voice mingling with anaa's if her father and brother's spirits would walk there, too. Unseen, unheard, but keeping them safe.