Rising Sun Valley peregrine

lanzadoii by my father, she answered him, quietly. there was no shame in having muradoii blood— it was revered, sought after, even. suliya had known things beyond comprehension of these vital times. she knew how to pillage. scorn, raid. all of the things they don't teach you as a lanzadoii, much less sharadoii.

but my blood is thick with muradoii roots. a flash of sun eater appeared in her mind, a brute only concordant of lanzadoii tradition. she had known both worlds, but her heart laid with the muradoii.

they are woven into my neck, bindings of fur that can never be undone. a tooth, her first that she had lost. a shell, for the deed of her birth. a canine tooth of her first kill. a patch of wolfsfur— a caribou dewclaw.

a beat of silence. my life written in ornaments. she pulled from her paws, a feather of a bird that she had found just moments after her introduction to saatsine's ranks.

will you help me with this one? she laid it before ghelan, turning her head to the left, letting him nip at her furs to settle it into place.