Ouroboros Spine ✶ aniqduum nanaa tutaku ✶

While she thought herself stealthy, the moonwoman was alert. She stood before Tulukiri and ordered for her to drink. The girl had never been intimidated by a woman before and did not like the seething feeling that resulted, or the way she knew she had to obey.

She slunk closer to the receptacle and lapped hastily at it, tasting the strange water there, finding it bitter. Maybe it was Tulukiri that was bitter? She kept her eyes averted to the dirt after that, fuming to herself. Who was this woman? How dare she force this upon her.