Ouroboros Spine liv. i'm trying to find all the love that you gave me

skipping with permission, apologies for the wait!

she looks curiously to the two of them, seeing the smears of color against the blank canvas of stone. shikoba feels enamored with the sight, as it heavily reminds her of the paintings and markings she once partook in in her tribe in the desert.

she leaves her catch to the paws of cloudberry and offers the woman a smile. "shikoba's mother painted stories too, many moons ago." she says this quietly as she observes the work and feels almost excited to see others doing this wonderful activity. her father's paintings, on the other hand, were markings of talent and adulthood. a smear of red was once upon the brow of shikoba, after her first successful hunt of large game. an entrance into adulthood.

"what does löté paint with children?" was it an animal, a story? or perhaps an abstract piece?