Ouroboros Spine Beauty as it's writ

This was one of the new bodies.

Natigvik, she had heard. This face she did not know, but Callyope did know the woman was a wonderful one. Painted dark as night with lighter points. Tall and lean like the finest hunter. Green eyes of the summer leaves.

Callyope shuffled forth nervously. Settling a bit further down the lake but only a yard or two away, stealing glances. Too nervous to speak.

Slowly she would begin to hum a working song.