Ouroboros Spine ommatik ∻

kukuux did not think she had ever heard the woman speak so in so long a time. her breath was soft, eyes wondering, lips gently parted as she drank in the sudden revelations. pale robes falling from shy shoulders; lótë referred to herself as only and the moonwoman shook her head.

but she did not speak, not until several heartbeats of time had followed the end of the cloudtea wolf's voice. trees. land. "you will be both. miminnak: a tree reaching down into the earth." like herself, she saw how lótë had already made a kinship tie with the blood of the world itself, and so it would be in this place.

raimo. the sound of his name slid a glissade of sensation across the end of her bones.

"you cannot say you are nothing, not when you are part of moonglow." voice kind, eyes glimmering with the gratitude felt for the cloudberry woman's continuance here, in their village.