Ouroboros Spine Egilra

Surprise allergy!

The dancing lights? Mojag had never heard of this before. He thought of the rain immediately, and how it glimmered as it fell. He thought also of his mother shaking the rain from her pelt; that was like a dance. He did not understand spirit, but pieced together something from these little bits.

The woman moved to the rabbit and opened its belly. The smells were stronger but the skin was still cold. She told him to eat, and Mojag was too hungry to question things further. He tasted the meat and then began to eagerly pull it apart whether it caused a mess or not.

It had a weird taste. After a few mouthfuls Mojag began to slow down, and within a few minutes there was a strange feeling on his tongue. He moved as if to yawn without sound and stuck his tongue out, smacking his lips around it.

It taste like bugs! He announced; meanwhile, his tongue had begun to enflame in patches. The sensation spread quickly to his soft palate and down his throat, and so he coughed.