Ouroboros Spine Waiting on that morning sun

A small sound came from outside her ulaq.

Slowly, the girl's head lifted, eyes peering to see who had come.

It was someone she had not met. But for this, surprisingly enough, she was grateful. A good thing, it was, to meet a new face—even if in this circumstance.

Come, Nasamik invited warmly, pushing herself into an upright lain position.

Something dangled from their jowls. Her eyes sought it hungrily, but she knew introductions were first in order.

I don't believe we've met. I am Nasamik. And you are?