Ouroboros Spine Gossamer things and angel wings

Sakhmet found comfort in turning things outward. Never one to gawk about herself — save for the boasting of her children and husband — and hardly one to open up about things long ago.

She preferred, in truth, to not hold on too much to the things that transpired before her adulthood.

No, She answered honestly with a soft smile. Hesitant to divulge, but she supposed she could crack the window to her soul a little bit. I lived a very wayward life before reuniting with Kigipigak this last winter.

Her pale gaze turned to the swarthy woman.

What might she ask? What might she wonder?