Duck Lake doublemeat palace

morwenna's paws carried her steadily along the edge of the lake, her gaze scanning the familiar ripples of the water that mirrored the mood of the season—restless, yet composed. she halted at the sight of the pale figure sitting by the water, her form framed by the golden haze of the late afternoon sun. it was a wistful scene, one that compelled morwenna to draw closer.

the woman was still, a part of the landscape itself, her thoughts seemingly as deep and vast as the lake before her. morwenna’s own thoughts flickered like the leaves in the wind, and she could not help but speak as she approached.

you seem lost in thought, she said softly, her voice carrying no judgment, only an observant warmth. pondering something with great measure, it seems.

she stopped a respectful distance away, her starhued eyes resting on the wistful woman. you are not from around here? her scent was unfamiliar to these lands.