Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

wildfire raced beneath her nape, and the duck finally knew.

yuelong was no more. 

she looked in the direction of the sea, sighing once. how great a blow for the redsun, to lose the place that he had built. but he had come for her; he had not stayed at the great water.

kukutux pushed beneath the overhang of her ulaq wash day, @Iḷitqusiq gained more strength. the wounds upon her face would scar, and she had accepted this now.

a cry, rising for moonglow. kukutux did not at once attend, wary, but eventually found her way along a pinewood path to meet the young woman upon the borders. recognition dawned; she pulled the soft gray rabbitfur more closely around her shoulders and stepped forward with curiosity. and wariness. "tell me you are not a spirit."