Ouroboros Spine I just want to start a flame in your heart

a little nudge broke his concentration. lómion inhaled sharply, his eyelids fluttered for a few moments, then stared upon his little sister. 
she’s a shadow, much like inkalorë. always at his heels. on most days he didn’t mind it, but today — 
he glanced back at the goat.
ah, no matter.
watching, he whispered. his tongue feverishly swiped across his lips.
we can hunt it i think. he turned to wilwarin. like the adults.