Ocean's Breath Plateau staring into the sun

yes yes, i'm well aware.. a chortle cant help but leave her as she recounts the meeting with the moontide leader. it struck her as odd (arguably funny) for her hand to be offered to one far older than her like rodyn, as kind as he was. a younger suitor is closer to what she'd be interested in.

she hums as she thinks, brow furrowed as she stares at the mountains. their figures loom up ahead like castles. but the red palace of akashingo will always be far more striking.

but would his resignation to nobility pose a problem? how does hearthwood fair?
irony leaves a metallic taste in her tongue as she realizes her own sudden hesitation to own her status, but she ignores it.