Emberwood dvanaest

when she had last been near him, she had told him she would find him later. in the time that had stretched between she had spent her days with learning. suliya, grey winter in her mind affectionately, had imparted words upon ice diver that she knew she must grapple into submission.

once she had changed with fear in her heart, scared of what might happen if she did not.

these days she changed with the desire of growing, of not being stagnant. she would not waste away because the world had churned its soil with new roots. perhaps the hands of change had been violent — but had they become so again after?

it was confidence that bid her to look upon the one-eyed chieftain now. she knew that her mouth held gifts he could not see. he must hear them, he must be witness to her survival. he must know that his search for a healer in her days of healing had not been a waste.

tsaay qa nełt’aał.

the one who leads.