Ouroboros Spine kunikruk ∄

wood worn smooth by water.

this would be the moment where kukutux might tell a story. instead she lifted the object and tossed it straight up, though not so high. she caught it with a snap. it was one of the only motions into which she had put such stock. 

moonwoman looked back toward kausiut with a grin, laying the driftwood close so that her daughter might have it again. perhaps it would be thrown a second time, or perhaps her daytime star would have another plan for it.