Swiftcurrent Creek One night, a few moons ago

Morwenna listened intently, her silver eyes fixed on Akavir as he spoke. Each word he shared about Kvarsheim and Akashingo felt like a piece of a puzzle she had yet to solve, and she absorbed it all with care. The idea of cooperation with Kvarsheim intrigued her, though she noted the undercurrent of unease in his tone when he spoke of their rocky past. She tucked that detail away for later inquiry.

But it was the mention of Akashingo that truly caught her interest. Egyptian servants. The desert kingdom’s exotic allure and the notion of a Pharaoh holding court with their politics, layered in intrigue, sent her thoughts wandering. What sort of life did they lead? How did these servants fit into their grand design?

Akashingo… she murmured, her voice soft with contemplation. It sounds like a fascinating place. Different from anything I’ve ever known. Yet, in a way, familiar. Her eyes lingered on Akavir, studying him for a moment. I imagine there’s much to learn there. The Pharaoh, the worshipers... their ways.

Yet she could sense his unease. But it’s also clear you have your concerns, she added gently, her tone measured. I will heed them, Akavir. I’ll tread carefully, if I’m to represent the Creek. Her smile was faint but reassuring. I’m here to support our pack and our allies, after all.

Reaching for the yarrow he had placed before her, she began to inspect the delicate petals with care. Her thoughts, however, were already half in the desert, her curiosity about Akashingo and its secrets pulling her mind in their direction.