Witch's Marsh starflower

Morwenna’s gaze lingered on Sun Eater, drawn to the strength in his words, the independence that shaped him. There was a quiet intensity in the way he spoke of his people, his pride woven into every syllable, as unyielding as stone itself. It spoke to something deep within her, something unspoken, perhaps a longing she hadn’t even realized. Allies, if it appeases you.

She tilted her head slightly, letting the silence stretch between them as her eyes took in his form, the way he seemed both steadfast and unbound. It was rare, she thought, to meet someone so deeply rooted in his beliefs, yet carrying himself with such ease, like a mountain that had learned to walk.

When she finally spoke, her voice was softer, almost teasing, a spark of warmth in her words. Strong as stone, are you? Her smile was faint but inviting, an invitation to share a little more, to linger in the quiet space they had found. She hadn’t felt this sort of interest in another’s company for some time, and it was… refreshing. I believe you.

Her gaze softened, drifting over him, her curiosity growing. Sun Eater’s presence reminded her of wild landscapes, of winds that moved through ancient trees. She found herself leaning slightly closer, as if he were a story she wished to learn.

You seem to have much to offer me—us she'd correct. Will I be able to find you here, again, Chieftain?