Overture Downs so stay with me because,

morwenna watched him as he spoke, her pale eyes unwavering, her thoughts quietly threading together with his words. his understanding and validation stirred something deep within her—a sense of being seen, of being understood in a way she hadn't expected. her decision, unspoken but solidified, felt a little lighter with his affirmation.

i've always had my name, she said softly, her voice carrying a note of contemplation. by the time i was a moon old, i already had titles. things others gave me, things i didn't choose.

a pause, her gaze shifting briefly to the horizon before returning to him. now, though... i want to choose for myself. to walk a path because it feels right, not because it was given to me. her tone was steady, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it, a hint of the weight she carried from her past. morwenna, she clarified her name.

her gaze lingered on the caribou pelt along her shoulders breadth, a symbol of the saatsine. her path was no longer unclear. your rhythm... it sounds like it gives freedom, even in its structure, she murmured, appreciating the sentiment but knowing her heart had already decided.

her lips curled into the faintest smile, rare but genuine. the saatsine... they call to me. i think my spirit has already chosen. thank you, winter's wake.