Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Morwenna listened intently, noting the way Akavir’s story circled the losses they'd both known. The lightest crease marked her brow, yet she withheld her own story of empire and kingdom-hood gone by, feeling the resonance instead, the quiet hum of recognition. How she knew the tug of failed leaderships and the bitter taste of love lost under different circumstances. Yet this wolf—one who had made something more of his life, who had, in his own way, continued forward—was worth knowing further.

When he mentioned “starting a family,” she let the words sink in, latching on with unexpected fondness. It felt foreign, perhaps even silly, but Morwenna couldn’t deny it stirred something hopeful in her chest. She met his gaze with a touch of gentle humor. A family... she murmured, half to herself, lips curving. It sounds like you've built something to be proud of.

She gave a soft laugh, one that could have faded into the stillness of the mountain air, saying, And, from what you've told me, keeping up with valley alliances must be...a struggle. Perhaps one only a few find themselves able to manage, she teased lightly. Politics, after all, had always been something she’d thrived in, though perhaps in a more ruthless environment. But it's what I’m best at—though I’ve yet to meet anyone who could make it simple.

Lowering her gaze, she gathered herself, still considering the mention of his rank. She hadn’t known, and it caused her ears to flick back slightly, surprised. It was rare, yet she felt almost compelled to ask, almost shy, If... it suits you, I'd be honored to join you. She added, more softly, Of course, only if that’s something you’d welcome.