Blackfoot Forest I will not leave alone everything that I own

Morwenna’s silver eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of recognition passing over her sharp features as she studied the blonde man. At his question, her posture eased—just slightly—but her tone remained steady, thoughtful.

Yes, I know Reverie, she replied, her voice measured, though not unkind. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance.

She took a step closer, her head tilting as she recalled the details of their last encounter. She was traveling with a band of guards the last time I saw her. They seemed loyal to her, protective. Morwenna’s expression softened slightly, though her guarded nature still lingered. She’s well, as far as I know, though her path seemed a winding one.

Her gaze returned to the man before her, assessing him with quiet curiosity. And you? What’s brought you this far, searching for her? There was no accusation in her tone, only calm interest, her diplomat’s nature shining through as she waited for his reply.