the creek had been cold, biting at her limbs with the sharpness only swiftcurrent waters could bring. morwenna had emerged with her fur clinging to her thin frame, droplets catching in the early light like glass beads. she had taken her time to dry off, draping herself in the caribou skin, its sturdy warmth a welcome shield against the chill that still clung to the air.
the skin, dried and tough, held the scent of the hunt and the memory of sun eater’s guiding presence. it grounded her, a reminder of the strength she sought to embody.
her steps now were quiet but deliberate as she moved beyond the creek’s familiar reach. the forest opened before her, trees parting like the pages of an old tale. today’s task was simple but essential: herbs. the sort that could bolster their stores, heal wounds, or calm the restless. her pale eyes scanned the earth as she walked, searching for hints of green amidst the frost-dappled ground.
the morning felt heavy with potential, the kind that made her pause and lift her head to the sky, exhaling a breath that mingled with the fading mist. this was the kind of quiet she liked—purposeful and unbroken.
the skin, dried and tough, held the scent of the hunt and the memory of sun eater’s guiding presence. it grounded her, a reminder of the strength she sought to embody.
her steps now were quiet but deliberate as she moved beyond the creek’s familiar reach. the forest opened before her, trees parting like the pages of an old tale. today’s task was simple but essential: herbs. the sort that could bolster their stores, heal wounds, or calm the restless. her pale eyes scanned the earth as she walked, searching for hints of green amidst the frost-dappled ground.
the morning felt heavy with potential, the kind that made her pause and lift her head to the sky, exhaling a breath that mingled with the fading mist. this was the kind of quiet she liked—purposeful and unbroken.
you were born reaching for your mother's hands,
victim of your father's plans to rule the world,
too afraid to step outside,
paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.
victim of your father's plans to rule the world,
too afraid to step outside,
paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.
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