Ouroboros Spine kinuk ⊹

a long moment. she looked at all of him, at the healing leg set between sticks, at the fall of his pelt. at the waiting in his sungold eyes. at the somehow unformed boyishness of his limbs: a man who had not yet grow into himself. 

she leant forward.

"i say the name of iḷitqusiq to you. it means 'the spirit that cannot die, the part of you that is made new. he who does not walk to the west, but stands with head high.'" she repeated it again.

how different from patroclus it was.