Qeya River you don't want to breathe the light of the others

sounds good! <3

tilting his head to one side, sun eater studied her in a long silence that spread between them as if it were the greyed waves of a wintertide sea. "ash," sun eater said at last, his single eye flickering. "kon’ laedze’." not the tree then, but the remnants of what fire had eaten.

"soon we go from here," he told her, stepping past to stretch the lingering tension of healing wounds from his long limbs. gaze falling to the herbs, he watched her again. "healers have honor among caribou clans." respect and protection followed.