Dahozhoni Meadow arco

saya tilted her head, a sweet, disarming hum slipping from her lips as her lavender eyes softened in the low light. she moved slowly, deliberately, her steps carefully calculated to avoid startling the coyote-like woman any further.

you look like you’ve been running for days, she murmured, her voice laced with a gentle concern. and not for fun, i imagine.

from the satchel slung at her side, she withdrew the hare—just the right one—and nudged it forward with a practiced elegance. her movements carried no threat, only a subtle allure, a charm woven through her every gesture.

here, for you, saya said, her tone as light and pleasant as birdsong. you’ll need your strength. certainly.

she stepped back slightly, giving the woman space, though her lavender gaze lingered, gauging every reaction. what’s your name? mine's s-sontana. she asked softly, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles. her sister's name rang off her tongue too familiarly. too easily.