Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

her question does not fall upon deaf ears, for when shikoba looks to the girl, her sulfur eyes are cloudy for a moment. normally, for most parents and adults, they try to shield the young away from the darkness the world has to offer, the pain and suffering that many must learn to grow through. but bloodshed is something shikoba has known for all her life, if anything, it has been her birthright.

but this child, this glittering star from the womb of the moonwoman, how could she tell her of times of darkness when all she has felt is peace? perhaps it is the silent work of the universe and the work of the native that keeps the evils at bay in this girl's mind.

"there is chance, always. but moonglow is strong, brave, together. many to protect us." the woman thinks quietly for a moment, thought lingering on the peach's mother for a moment. "kukutux has scars, like shikoba. she protected moonglow from tupilak, before samani here. has samani heard of tupilak?"

it was a darker moment in moonglow's history, but a time where the duck had proven herself worthy of holding her claim and her village. a point of strength she proved to her people, blood will be spilled if the time calls for such actions.