Overture Downs so stay with me because,

morwenna tilted her head slightly as she listened, pale eyes fixed intently on the stag-like figure. his words carried an air of purpose, and she felt her thoughts stirring, already piecing together how such a meeting might unfold.

if you wish to speak with the swiftcurrent leaders, she began, her tone thoughtful, i could arrange it. host a meeting, perhaps. it is within my duty to bridge connections, and if you are sincere, i see no harm in it.

a small, contemplative smile touched her lips as she considered his ambitions. his vision of lands claimed for the seasons intrigued her, a poetic ideal she couldn’t help but admire.

your idea is... unique, she said, her voice soft but curious. tell me, what drew you to connect the lands to the seasons? do you believe they hold different meanings or strengths with their passing?