Rising Sun Valley One Way Trigger

The last note of her simple melody flourished into the painted sky as a serene quiet overtook the glacial land. Dusk set the treeline on fire while Tuwawi, ablaze with pinks and oranges, waited patiently in repose for any sign of her fellow companion. To her delight, it wasn't long before Týr's footfalls sounded in the distance. He moved swiftly through the bramble, unimpeded by the mountain's course terrain, and arrived promptly before his future captain.

Hello, Drottning, the youngblood said in a foreign tongue, readily showing his submission with a lowered posture and quick peck upon the chin. Tuwawi was smitten, and her tail curled in approval of the youth's address. Likewise, she nudged his dark crown in acknowledgement. "You are still here," she breathed, "I was afraid you had moved on for the time being." Týr was hardly bound to this land in the interim, but his loyalty was more than welcome. "Drottning," she parroted him, "what does it mean?"