Ouroboros Spine xii. it's spiraling down

The moment was lackluster in the end.

She wisely began excavation of the roots, while Nuak observed, but he grew bored of the stranger's antics.

As he turned his attention away - listening to the trees and the wind dragging between their branches - he was briefly distracted.

Dust, or maybe one of the white motes of dogwood, tickled at his nose. The sudden sneeze resulting from that would inevitably betray the boy's position among the ferns.

He sat upright after, stunned by the sound that he had made.