Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

he hunted and fished, providing for the island dwellers. this of course made shikoba's heart swell with pride that her son showed promise in her field. and perhaps it would even sting a little to know that mojag maybe didn't desire to follow the same path that his mother has carved out for him.

"is it wrong that i miss them?"

she looks to him with an understanding expression that only a mother in her years could offer. a slow shake of her head. "it is not wrong to miss others, mojag." she would tell him this. "they were..." maybe not family, but something close to it, "your other home, away from here."

but perhaps it was the old saying that for some, home was not a place, but home was a person, a people so to speak. mojag was in the stage of life where camaraderie was important to be around. he needed positive influences in life and those willing to shoulder his troubles and foster his growth into a man. and for a moment, shikoba wondered if he had found those things all on his own without his own village behind him.

"do you want to go back there, to the sea?" she asked him, hoping to seek an honest answer from the boy. she had wanted an heir to her title, even while sivullik. and now as star hunter, her legacy would continue to grow within the village. and while she wanted mojag to follow in the footsteps she has left for him, perhaps that is not where the spirits guided him.