Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

Njord’s ears cupped to better hear the beautiful woman’s soft voice, drawn in by her coy demeanor and enigmatic aura. He could feel the goosebumps on his skin, fur prickling in uncertain excitement. Kukutux, Sialuk. The intonation and tempo of her speech implied she was from a Northern colony on the ice. An old memory of a trader visiting Meares island flashed in his mind.

“A trade?” the word almost broke the spell over him, and it made the seafarer wonder if it was smart to be indebted to another. Her thin smile egged him on.

“What do ya ‘av in mind? I can bring ya things from tha sea. Food, or kelp fer healin’.” He paused, “treasure’s from tha beach. Beautiful things.” Another memory: the blue shell he had brought Valmua. The fossil Erzulie had showed him in the sand. His nose dipped, trying to measure her reaction.