Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

her son seemed confident in some answers, yet so unsure in others. shikoba knew this was simply an age thing, as she had seen it within other young boys becoming men and had even felt it within herself at such an age. the world was continuously changing and mojag was being forced to change with it. indeed, it was a hard task upon such small shoulders.

"your anaa has not been to the sea in many years," she admits to him, "i would like to see it again." the last time she was there, a group occupied the sentinels for what felt to be generations. they had declined her a spot within their group and shikoba forced herself to travel inward towards the mountains and her first home, lost creek hollow.

she was unsure of what she would notice at the ocean, new creatures and perhaps the faces mojag had come to love as his own. shikoba liked to think her son had good taste in people. so when he speaks of his home within the spine, the mother offers a small and chiding laugh. "my son, when you walk the path of a man, you may find places away from here that will be home. and you may find others to be your family."

as did Stratos and the other kin of moon woman. they went and found themselves, though came back and some already left once more. growth came from experiencing the new, and mojag certainly could not have everything from just within the spine. "but for now, you grow strong and sharpen your skills." manhood could wait, at least for a few more days past scheduled, if shikoba could push it back further. speaking of...

"has mojag found something he wants to do?"