Emberwood osam

suliya’s gaze lingered on the clashing bulls, their breath rising in sharp clouds against the cold air. the sharp crack of antlers echoed around them, but her focus flicked briefly to ice diver.

it is a fine time, suliya replied, her voice quiet yet firm. everything shows itself now—strength, weakness, intent.

she tilted her head slightly, catching the subtle shifts of movement in the herd, but her attention was divided. her next words were softer, almost an afterthought.

but the grey of winter... it makes the world quieter. you might find me favoring that.

her tail stirred once, betraying a moment of ease before she returned to observing the bulls, ever calculating, ever watchful. this one’s favor, though— she gestured faintly toward the larger bull, —may yet depend on how this ends.