Qeya River fear the light, fear the breath

she turns dirt over and over with her paws as sulukinak speaks. she tries to follow the lines of the story but gets lost somewhere along the way. if she was his niece, were sun eater’s siblings not raised this way? was it a culture he had found — or founded?

she had little time to think it over before another sticky question cut her open. the fading feelings of persecution again came to the forefront, and she stopped her task to now fully commit her attention to the other woman. 

ilse did not have an answer that would satisfy herself, let alone anyone else. why did she follow him? a thoughtful line appeared between her brows.

it began as something else than it was now. and it wasn’t like she could say that he beat the shit out of her precisely one time and she was left quaking in her little boots just waiting for it to happen again. there was the possibility of it, yes, and she had seen the glimmer of a threat in his stance before.

but she had plenty of opportunities to run and never look back. he had threatened her once when he left to take the river — he was a hunter, a tracker, he could find her again. 

she didn’t believe that he would. he had a plan for the future and she was simply a pawn; here or anywhere else, she doubted that it would matter very much to him at all. she settled here for her answer. he’s a forward thinker with an iron will. i trust him to know the way. 

maybe it was luck that had brought her to him. after all, she had come here looking a place to stay. a man who could ravage an entire territory by himself — maybe with the help of one other — could certainly provide that. and if medicine was a respected profession, maybe there was more for her to have.

do you speak landazoii? perhaps this shadow woman could offer ash a crumb to bring back to sun eater.