Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

creeping jenny. yellow parsley. chickweed. "a plant that has many names. i would hear them each," she offered, wondering if the tea-woman's tongue was like her own. their ways were at once both similar and different, in the way that the wolves of the sea-ice had not been the same as the walrus hunters.

but they had known one another, and traded between them.

poisonous. kukutux tipped her ears forward, searching them slowly and committing details to her memory. "it has much beauty. it is something to be respected." perhaps a spirit lived within the petals. a glance back to lótë. "what is the use of chickweed? it has differences," she remembered, ready to learn something which she did not already know.