Ouroboros Spine nâmmasik ⌭

kukutux agreed. moonglow, too, had become far more peaceful in the time that adrastus had been sivullik. she was pleased to know that he had gotten respect from those around him. keyni's voice was soft, tending toward gentle, but with the same determination that had led her to the fireflies, stepping over their threshold from antares.

she still thought of him, her sister's dark and troubled son.

smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "one takes a humble spirit. one does not." she knew of the swaggering to which keyni alluded, and it was good that this was not long practiced in their village. a flick of snow-bound ears. "what role has come to your mind, keyni?"