Ouroboros Spine ommatik ∻

kukutux had borne thought akin to the silently unvoiced, though hers had not been half so formed. for she knew her role now as mother-moon to the glowing wolves, and sialuk to follow her. it was good to hear the voice of her daughter spoken with respect; silently she shifted lótë more warmly inside her mind.

"it is good that you have found them. i will ask the spirits to guide them back under your eyes." quietly she wondered with a shy cast to her profile if the — so many names could she give to lótë — niviaksrak would want to hear the small pieces of what the duck had gleaned. small pieces, small words, fragments of prayers she remembered from listening guiltily to the men who saw the spirit world.

even now, kukutux was unsure she should speak such aloud, and did not.

"this year i intend for sialuk to learn the ways of one who helps to bring children into the world." the word evaded her; she trusted the other would understand. jadegaze shifting to find the silken edge of her companion's cheek. "she will also learn from me to be atsak. maker of matches."

a gravid silence to follow. she set her attention upon the meltwater horizon.