Ouroboros Spine Outskirts

Once the words had left the Moonwoman's mouth, Cerne gathered up his pouch and shook it vigorously. He then released two of the corners, sending the contents spilling out. The bones, he noted, were cast upon each corner of his reading field. They could mean many things, but in this instance, he thought it meant Death — ever-present, but far away. The village, and Kukutux's children, would have nothing to fear. As he read, he murmured aloud.

"The bones, Death, waiting in the wings. But not a threat at the moment."

Next, the stones, spread evenly. "You and your family have built a strong foundation. You have much stability." And stability was always good — it could lead to more children. He met Kukutux's eye, smiling gently.

The seaglass in all colors, intermingling with the shells. He had seen the wolves of Moonglow, they had fine things. Treasures. "You have wealth... you want for very little." Save for grandchildren.

Cerne hummed, poring over the reading. "I cannot say for certain, but the prospects look high. You at least have everything you would need, should grandchildren come."

He looked to Kukutux again. "Have you another question?"