Cassiopeia's View And I'm still so blue,

The mountain breathed quiet against Morwenna's skin, the night settled thick and deep around her, stars stark against the blackened sky. She lay sprawled atop a flat rock, a lone sentinel above the world she’d distanced herself from. Each breath she took was slow, steady, echoing against the cliffs, and for once her mind did not rage—it merely lingered on everything that had been.

She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of a life lived beneath betrayal, of her choices winding upward until they led her here. Her body was cold, yet her heart felt warm, almost light—a stark contrast she hadn't expected to feel. She was better off here, she realized, letting go of the past with each exhaled breath. Her purpose was hers alone now.

A gust swept past, brushing the edges of her fur with a chill that nudged her awake, and she sat up, preparing to descend back toward the foothills. But as she did, a scent struck her—a haunting familiarity that stirred long-buried memories and opened an ache she'd thought dulled.

It was unmistakable, that soft, wild edge, tethered to someone from a life once close to her heart. Morwenna’s pulse quickened, and she hesitated before breathing out the name, half-disbelieving, yet yearning for it to be true.

…Gjalla.

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