Witch's Marsh starflower

Morwenna’s gaze lingered on Sun Eater, the quiet fire of his words striking a chord within her. He was as unyielding as the earth itself, a presence both rooted and untamed. Her loyalty lay with Swiftcurrent Creek, yet in this brief encounter, a thread had woven itself between them, a strange bond of wild understanding. His life belonged to the Saatsine and the caribou; he was bound to the ways of the taiga, and yet here he was, standing before her with the weight of an ancient strength she could almost feel.

She nodded, a silent acknowledgment of his invitation to meet him, the nomadic one who lived close to the wild heart of the land. I would like that, she murmured softly, her voice scarcely louder than the breeze that moved through the forest. She took a step back, offering a farewell with a soft smile and a glint of something warmer in her eyes—a flicker of intrigue, perhaps, or an unspoken respect.

The thought startled her, sudden and almost unwelcome—a strange, fleeting desire to press her fur to his, to feel the warmth and solidity of him against her own. She banished it as quickly as it had come, yet the ghost of it lingered, leaving a faint flush of warmth in her chest.

Farewell, Sun Eater, she whispered, a promise hidden within the softness of her tone. As long as the caribou remain, I will seek you out again. With a final nod, she turned, leaving the scent of Swiftcurrent Creek as she slipped into the shadows, already feeling the tug of the taiga and the mysteries it held.

exit mo!