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when the moon sang, - Morwenna - November 21, 2024
Morwenna moved quietly through the winding paths of Swiftcurrent Creek, the dawn mist clinging to her dark fur like cobwebs. Her steps, though steady, carried the hesitance of one seeking help yet unsure of how it might be received. A faint breeze danced through the trees, bringing with it the rich scents of pine and earth, mingled with the faint sweetness of wildflowers blooming along the banks. She knew she was close.
The memories of her children's laughter echoed faintly in her mind, an ache that never quite left her chest. But today, her focus was elsewhere—on the lingering soreness in her bones, the subtle strain that no amount of rest seemed to mend. She had heard whispers of @Gjalla’s skill with herbs and remedies, and though pride urged her to seek solitude, practicality had won out.
The sun began to crest over the treetops as she padded toward the healer's den, her icy eyes scanning the area. It had been a long time since she'd sought the guidance of another, but something about the aura of this place—this healer—seemed different. Less judgment, perhaps. Or so she hoped.
She tilted her head back and summoned her.
RE: when the moon sang, - Gjalla - November 23, 2024
Gjalla stirred at the black queen’s call, ears swiveling toward the sound before her eyes opened. The summons had a weight to it, quiet but deliberate.
Rising to her paws, she stretched briefly, shaking off the remnants of sleep before dragging herself from her den. The dawn light filtered softly through the trees, catching on her dark fur as she moved.
She found Morwenna standing just beyond the threshold, her tall, stoic figure haloed by the creeping sunlight. The expression on her face, however, was anything but stoic. Gjalla’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the stiffness in her posture, the way her weight shifted subtly to one side.
“Wenna,” Gjalla breathed her name, calm and level, with a touch of curiosity. She stepped closer, gaze meeting Morwenna’s icy blue one, searching for unspoken truths. “Something wrong?” The weary look in her eye was enough settle Gjalla off-center, worried.