Shadowwyn Moor star path

suliya turned her gaze away, allowing the weight of sun eater’s words to settle. the truths she offered in response were not born of wisdom but of lived understanding, each syllable carefully measured, not for ease but for meaning.

easier does not mean happy, she said after a long pause, her voice low, steady, contemplative. and what would stop me from dying? from you losing a wife a third time? there was no cruelty in her tone, only the solemn acknowledgment of risk that loomed like a shadow over every choice they could make.

we are saatsine, she agreed, echoing his sentiment. but being saatsine does not shield us from the teeth of the world. it does not promise that what is easier is without pain. there is still risk, sun eater. always.

her gaze shifted to him now, her amber eyes searching his singular one. for what it’s worth, even the muradoii would even marry for love. though i wonder, she hesitated, her voice softening, if love, too, is not its own kind of risk.

with that, she fell silent, letting the breeze carry the rest of her unspoken thoughts. had he known of her blood? she was not fully lanzadoii. would this change things?