Ouroboros Spine oh the mountain top, oh the visions stopped

I'm sorry that I didn't hear you.

Quick to seek the soothe the situation.

How terrible to think about. How she had called for him from the tops of mountains and he had heard. Only for her to not be able to hear a returned call. Her stomach (heart, perhaps?) clenched slightly.

Her own pale gaze bounced around. To Kukutux, to Kigpigak's form or face and then more oft to the ground.

I'm thinking of turning the plateau into something meaningful, with faces showing up on it. An admission that she actually wished to do something. Not just sit around and pretend that she was content without proper protection and order for a growing group.

Another flex of toes, as if her muscles ached with her own awkwardness.

I'd like you to be there. . . when you can. If you'd like.