Ouroboros Spine saagaktuk ⊎

galana had become sakhmet and aiolos, together. it both warmed and pinched the heart of kukutux.

in her red daughter there was springtime. rebirth. renewal. galana had become an aspect of the never-departing firemother, even if neither of them could yet say this.

and she thought of moonsong, and morningsong, and how the glacier might yet wish the touch of a moondaughter.

softly she put this aside for now, for she must know the heart of galana first.

"i am well, saktataiyak." the jadestone eyes watched her daughter. "are you?"