Ouroboros Spine auma ↝

So she had come for him, it seemed. Not that he was any more equipped to handle that knowledge, still harboring his uneasiness deep down. He had still failed to find her son, or husband, on those crumbling slopes and it made him guilty in front of her offerings. Antares shifted subtly. Healing? I don't know. Everything is still sore, needs time, he thought. And.. sleep, he sighed quieter, wanting for the vast, dreamless dark, and to feel infinite in its embrace.

But he picked up his ears, steadier then on a subject away from himself. Spring. The seasons stopped for no strife of his after all and without thinking about it, he drew a slow breath. The days were not so bitter. Subtle hints of returning greenery, the earliest buds on certain trees. It comes at a good time, he breathed, almost grimacing, before his glance went to her ankle. The spring, and her healing. He did look forward to the plentiful hunts again, not the absence of Atlas and Osiris there at his side.