Gyrfalcon's Keep holding me tight in our final hour

many different emotions, ones that atka could not put a name on overwhelmed her as asvoria pressed her nose to her forehead. should this goddess touch her, she could see the tiny faces her heart longed for.

❝thank you,❞ she thanked her profusely with a breathy voice.

snow truly yearned for this, her tail still swayed behind her slowly.

❝truly, for all of this.❞ she hoped the priestess understood.