Emberwood osam

suliya’s eyes shifted slowly from the bucks to the bulk of the storm-gray woman, a deliberate and thoughtful motion that mirrored her approach to this new presence. she had taken note of the name—ice diver—and rolled it through her mind like a stone across riverbeds, weighing it against the gravity of its bearer. a fitting moniker, cold yet resolute, like the ice that refused to shatter underfoot.

suliya, she offered in return, her voice a low hum, steady and unwavering. there was no hesitation, only the sharp clarity of her intent: to establish footing, even if it was on uncertain ground.

suliya had not yet a guild name. she would be blessed with one at sun eater's disposal, the helmsman of saatsine could only dub her as such. her brother had once called her dove coat, though that had been when she was a mere babe beginning to walk amongst the caribou.

she no longer felt a dove. a peregrine, perhaps.

suliya's bowels did not churn with hunger. overhunting had been the root of her exit. this was a primal era for these hoofed creatures, meant to establish a future of young stipends to take the helm of their own herd. this was no place for a lanzadoii to interfere, and she felt the woman beside her knew that as well.