Ouroboros Spine hymn

she admits that she loves spiders and kivaluk has to fight the shudder that threatens to slither down along his spine. it has too many legs. he offers as an explanation as why he cringes away from them.

mhm. he murmurs, champagne silvered gaze rising to touch upon the orbweaver again, trying not to think about what happens if she came down ... and hoping that she did not ever drop on his head or back.

it was a silly thing to be afraid of: spiders. being afraid of hooves or antlers spearing him while hunting would have been much more practical and logical but no: neither of those things bothered him.

spiders were what plagued kivaluk.

she asks of sparring, saving him from the dark rabbit hole he was about to spiral down and his gaze breaks from the orbweaver back to sorcha.

yes, he answers, a bit relieved to have something else to think about. with my father, with a woman my father had brought back with him and the star hunter. in hindsight: it didn't sound like much. not in a while though. he admits, a bit sheepishly.

we could race also, he agrees with a soft chuckle. but to where? and what does the winner get?