Ouroboros Spine ✶ aniqduum nanaa tutaku ✶

Upon a field of wildflowers, black paws stepped amongst them. The barest of petals brushing along the tips of her ankles and against her toes. Brown tipped tail swayed in the breeze. Green eyed gaze swept from one end of the meadow to the other, but all was silent.

It was clearly spring, by the sight of the colors and the scents upon the air, but where was everyone. She chased a butterfly for a time, found a river to soothe her throat. And then she just continued walking. But there was a contentment to her walking, movement.

It was dear faces at the end of her journey. She could see them there. She just simply needed to get to them. That was all. But what awaited her before them, she wasn't sure.