Ouroboros Spine woza vumani bo

sobeille’s sojourn through the lower arms of the teekon were not without hardship. she arrived at moonglow’s promontory with a few missing pounds; from both herself and her satchel.

setting the worn hide down, sobeille threw back her head in a howl for moonwoman @Kukutux — the woman’s scent here was thicker than the fringes, leaving sobeille with the conclusion this was the moon-mother’s camp.

kukutux knew this face, and offered a smile to see the sea-woman upon the path of the spine.

not so girlish now, but still with youthful light, she had been called.

"it is good to see your face," the duck crooned. "do you have much weariness from your journey?"

it is good to see your face. this greeting, while strange to a girl raised in a apphique, was most pleasing. sobeille liked learning the different expressions and expectations of each culture — for it rounded out her perspective of the world.

‘ello. she did her best to curtsy, pushing the satchel forward. no, not tired. i am here to learn more of your village, if you will ‘ave me.