Lost Creek Hollow my light

morwenna’s breath misted in the cold air as she came to a halt before him, her pale eyes fixed on the figure of the chieftain. he towered, his shadow cast long over the frost-bitten ground, a guardian of this harsh, untamed world. the wind whipped around them, carrying the sharp scent of snow and caribou, the only witnesses to this moment.

her steps slowed further as she came close, and without a word, she lowered her head, carefully dropping the carving at his feet. the feather-shaped antler rested there, adorned with sinew and crow feathers, a piece of herself tied into its creation.

gift, she said simply, the word soft but steady, carried on the breath of frost.

the silence between them felt heavy, weighty with meaning unspoken. she shifted slightly under the caribou hide that wrapped her, the memory of his earlier gift grounding her even as her heart threatened to betray her calm facade.

her gaze lifted to his, seeking something in the dark depths of his single eye. the words swirled in her chest, tangled with the cold air and the faint thrum of anticipation. she let the moment stretch until she could bear it no longer.

would you take me? the question came quietly, but it carried everything. her voice, though soft, bore the weight of her decision, her hope, her fear.