The Sunspire [m] sun born

the woman was tiny. oh, but not frail by any means. makono could recognize (and admire) the strength of a coyote in ones blood.

they both wore marks of warriors upon their faces.

in the face of another, those eyes might have akin to bright spring flowers. in this face it was the brilliant gaze of Ra. makono knew she did not need to whisper prayers or poems to woo this one, though.

she pressed herself into the woman's touches. lapis gaze looked down. she opened her teeth to comb the neck of the one that took shelter from the storm in the cradle of her chest.

the tactician was nearly startled to find herself so fearless in navigating this unknown.