Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

Samani drew her ears to a point with interest. Shikoba did not know the way to fight an evil spirit, not on her own. She referred to the girl’s mother, saying that the Moonwoman was skilled in this area beyond what she could understand or share. The young girl was not bothered by the lack of knowledge on the matter, and even nodded her head thankfully when the warrior woman tried to piece together something of an explanation.

The moon child wondered if she would see spirits.

Samani put away the information for a later time. She would speak to her mother when she had the chance, and she would learn about the ways of spirits. Even if she could not see them for herself, she wished to know.

I liked Shikoba’s story, Samani said with a small smile. And she had, for it had painted a picture of a world she’d never known. The young girl would spend her time daydreaming about faraway sands and the heat of the scorching sun. Summer had given her a taste of warmth, but it had not seemed at all like the tale woven by the warrior woman.