Swiftcurrent Creek Chimera

Morwenna moved with an air of quiet resolve behind Akavir, the skin of supplies bundled carefully against her flank, its weight a small burden compared to the wear of their recent journey. Her gaze fell ahead to the borders, lingering on the notion of home. In the stillness, she allowed her thoughts to drift—but not so far that she missed the call floating across the breeze, nor the subtle way Akavir paused. The figure that approached was delicate yet marked by hardship, her pale coat and steady steps giving her an aura of something nearly spectral.

Akavir’s reaction, a mixture of relief and exasperation as he crossed to embrace her, stilled Morwenna’s steps. She watched, a polite yet distant expression tempering her features. Just beside the woman, though, stood another—a hulking figure with scars carved into his face and an intensity that commanded the eye. His presence sharpened Morwenna’s senses, though she masked any unease with her usual calm demeanor. She did not know his name, nor anything of his intentions, only that he seemed to be her companion’s silent guard.

Morwenna’s gaze flicked to him briefly before returning to the two in reunion, and she wondered just how far this woman’s reach extended, what past lay in her wake. Despite the formidable pair, she remained poised and unmoved, the quiet strength of her own presence a soft but solid line against their reunion. She would speak if addressed, though her silence was as thoughtful as ever, her attention drifting back to Akavir—ever her anchor in this journey.