November 22, 2024, 03:56 PM
Gjalla listened in silence, her eyes narrowing slightly—not in suspicion, but in careful thought—at Arlette's words. The approval was gracious, the warmth sincere, yet Gjalla could not help but brace herself for the weight of expectation. It was an old habit, born of a life spent proving her worth to those who had little patience for failure—the same impatience that plagued her, too.
Her gaze drifted briefly to Morwenna, catching the subtle wag of her tail and the barely-contained flicker of joy in her expression. Gjalla’s features softened for the barest moment before settling into their usual unreadable calm, the faint smile on Morwenna’s face leaving a small, quiet warmth in her chest.
“I’ll speak with Akavir,” she replied, her tone as even as ever but carrying a note of determination. “And Arric.” she added after a pause. “I will not disappoint.” She offered a small but deliberate nod of acknowledgment, the closest Gjalla came to expressing gratitude. There was no flourish to her words, no embellishment; just a simple, unspoken promise to honor the chance she had been given.
Morwenna’s interjection drew Gjalla’s attention, and the quiet warmth in her kin’s voice did not go unnoticed. It was grounding, a reminder that she was not entirely alone in this endeavor. "I’ll follow your lead," Gjalla murmured to Morwenna, her voice low but tinged with something almost like deference. Her eyes flicked once more to Arlette before settling back on her companion, her stance shifting slightly as if preparing to move.
Her gaze drifted briefly to Morwenna, catching the subtle wag of her tail and the barely-contained flicker of joy in her expression. Gjalla’s features softened for the barest moment before settling into their usual unreadable calm, the faint smile on Morwenna’s face leaving a small, quiet warmth in her chest.
“I’ll speak with Akavir,” she replied, her tone as even as ever but carrying a note of determination. “And Arric.” she added after a pause. “I will not disappoint.” She offered a small but deliberate nod of acknowledgment, the closest Gjalla came to expressing gratitude. There was no flourish to her words, no embellishment; just a simple, unspoken promise to honor the chance she had been given.
Morwenna’s interjection drew Gjalla’s attention, and the quiet warmth in her kin’s voice did not go unnoticed. It was grounding, a reminder that she was not entirely alone in this endeavor. "I’ll follow your lead," Gjalla murmured to Morwenna, her voice low but tinged with something almost like deference. Her eyes flicked once more to Arlette before settling back on her companion, her stance shifting slightly as if preparing to move.
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sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Keda - November 10, 2024, 10:29 PM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Gjalla - November 10, 2024, 10:35 PM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Arlette - November 11, 2024, 05:57 AM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Keda - November 13, 2024, 08:46 PM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Gjalla - November 15, 2024, 11:12 PM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Arlette - November 16, 2024, 07:50 AM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Keda - November 16, 2024, 12:13 PM
RE: sweetest thing to ever exist, - by Gjalla - November 22, 2024, 03:56 PM