Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

it was a bad trade. she had been distracted by the crash of sorrow upon her, waves upon stone. "wait," she told njord softly, and lifted to her pale limbs.

when she returned, it was with a near-perfect stone of pale and delicate pink, perhaps the size of mid-paw, and cool to the touch. "i do not know how this came to be. i found it upon a place that is near the sea, in a bed of sand."

she showed it to njord, passing it over with a paw. "i took it to my sleeping-place, and dreamed of a face that spoke only in words of love for me. i took it to my altar, but it wished to stay close to me. it is a good thing. a good omen," she told the salthunter gently.

the small stone, pushed his way.

"remember the song of your home. this will draw to you to the woman who will hear its sound, and know you are for her."