Shadowwyn Moor star path

suliya’s gaze turned distant, her eyes narrowing as if the weight of sun eater’s question pressed her into the icy ground. she did not shy from it, though; the murmurs of her lineage stirred like ghosts in her blood, carried by the cold wind.

monsters, they call us, she said, her voice low and even, as if speaking more to herself than to him. stalkers, killers. that is what the world remembers. but our blood is thick, sun eater. it does not freeze, and it does not forget.

she tilted her head slightly, meeting his single eye with an unwavering steadiness. muradoii, she spoke the name in the sharp, cutting cadence of her people, letting it linger on her tongue like a blade. they do not love? perhaps not as others do. but they endure. they carve their stories in ice and blood, and it remains.

a brief pause as she turned her head away, her ears flicking against the wind. i know of what my mother told me, she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. but their blood runs in me. the monster in me is silent, but i hear its breath in my dreams.

she turned back to him, her expression unreadable but her voice steady as iron. you may not love them, sun eater, but you cannot deny what is in the marrow of my bones.