Swiftcurrent Creek sun heeds high

morwenna allowed a small, relieved smile to touch her lips as leonore agreed. she stood and guided the girl to a drier patch of ground, settling herself nearby. her eyes softened as they lingered on the young one, her thoughts heavy.

how have you been, leonore? she asked gently, though her voice carried a faint tremor of worry. the weight of her brother’s absence hung between them, unspoken but palpable. morwenna studied the girl’s face, searching for signs of the grief she might not fully understand—or even acknowledge.

things are changing. quickly.