Emberwood carolina

Morwenna’s lips curled faintly at the edges, her gaze steady as she listened.

The hesitation—Maybe,—hung between them, grounding them both to something neither could name but perhaps understood. It was a familiar ache, the searching. A quest for roots that defied simple answers, growing fragile and determined all at once.

Home isn’t a thing one stumbles into, Morwenna replied quietly, her voice softened by shared experience. She understood the way some wanderings took root in the heart before they ever found earth to grow in. Not for me, anyways.

For a moment, she met Redd’s eyes, finding in their depths something that went beyond territory or loyalty. It was the strength to endure, to remain, even if all else faded.