Ouroboros Spine chugutul ⦕

the sickness had not gone away.

it weakened her at all times of day, and she was forced to be reliant upon those around her.

this shamed kukutux, and when she could chew the edge of the fawn-skin no longer, she tilted back her head and called for @Lótë. sister, come to me; she did not know how she could face such alone. surely those in moonglow had not seen her face for so many moments that they had come to understand, or to question.

the duck lay her wan chin over pale paws, sighing quietly as the malaise seemed to settle into her very marrow.