Ouroboros Spine What can I say? I'm a people person.

The paths were well cut against the mountainside. There was a fork in the road that angled up to the ulax and another more roundabout path to the lake - one where many of Moonglow's youth took solace with their thoughts as the days wore on.

Mojag lingered there now. The water was still; there were thin sheets of ice across parts of it. His own reflection was a hazy blur, like a half-realized shadow, cut against the white.