Sunspire Mountains and they will run you down, down 'til you go

Morwenna watched the sun dip lower, its light casting long shadows that danced among the trees. As the warmth of the day gave way to the cool embrace of evening, her attention shifted to the little pup, who appeared comfortably nestled in Akavir's arms. A small smile flickered across her lips, a softening of her stoic demeanor, as she considered entertaining the weary child.

Turning her focus back to Akavir, she asked with genuine curiosity, Is this one of your daughters? The question was gentle, framed with an openness that hinted at her desire to learn more about him and his family, even as the shadows deepened around them. Though her coloration was stark compared to his own, it was a fragile question that meant no harm. 

As she spoke, Morwenna’s gaze wandered to another figure nearby, a gentleman with an air of quiet assurance about him. She remembered Akavir's words— Etienne.

She thought this be a better time than ever to introduce herself. I’m Morwenna, she'd introduce herself politely, a soft warmth in her tone. It’s a pleasure to meet you. There was a depth to her words, a genuine interest in the well-being of those around her.

Morwenna would take spared bites to eat as they settled amongst each other, comraderie flooding the small area.