Ouroboros Spine like the breaking of glass

The information was worthwhile, and he tucked it somewhere safe to study later. Raimo knew that the refugees were friends to Kukutux but not to the extent of being sister-bonded; the stranger spoke of Moonspear and of the Glen as if they were steeped in history, and Raimo was curious of this. He did not know much about the relationship and nobody who had survived felt the need to explain it to him, which he presumed was part of the moon-woman's grief and customs surrounding her loss.

He was quiet a moment as he thought these things over. It would serve him well to know where Moonglow came from; to hear of Kukutux' people in more depth without disturbing her for the tale. All he knew of Moonspear had come to him sparingly as a child — his family had once visited the Teekons and brought tales back to him of mighty warriors, dragons of the seaside, and mountain queens. To say he was bitter about finding this place after the mountain's demise was an understatement.

This could be remedied if he played his cards right.

I did not know. He explained finally. I came to this place when the star fell to the mountain. In the weeks since there have been no survivors except your people, and nobody speaks of any connection. He shrugs his shoulders as he speaks. Did you know much about the mountain? Moonspear?