Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

moonwoman filled with a tangible pleasure as njord began to sing. it was a good trade, riveting the duck as she watched the way his mouth formed each word. for there were several she had not heard before.

and he danced as he spoke! and though it was all unfamiliar to kukutux, the cadence reminded her so starkly of home, and the hunters returning, chanting and dancing as they came back to the village.

the sound of it haunted kukutux, though not in a chilled way. she was reminded of how merrit had held his words close to his heart, and the cloudberry woman did not share so often of herself. it was a song that was clear in its longing, turning toward a new sort of vision even while caught by the beauty of what had come before.

her own eyes were wet as njord ended his words.

she was overcome, and only looked at him then away with trembling mouth, though somehow still the watered jade was bright with approval.