Qeya River jedan

a nod of her head, up and down. the sound of water enticed her as much as the scents that wren wore as a cloak. in due time it would become her own perfume too, nuanced in its own unique ways.

if i am bored, i am not doing something right. her tail waved behind her as sea-stone eyes examined the chilled lands. it was beautiful and expansive. boredom would not be able to find her for some time as she acquainted herself among the qeya river claim.

do you have other warriors within these families? i am eager to polish my skills against another.