Swiftcurrent Creek waiting star

morwenna's heart raced, but she did not falter as she stepped forward, placing herself adjacent to sun eater, face to face with akavir. her voice, though soft, carried weight as she raised it over the charged silence. toilsome, she reared, her pale gaze sweeping between akavir and sun eater, then lingering on arric and the war chief. this is no place for malcontent.

turning her attention to akavir, she met his gaze with a quiet plea for understanding. i am doing the respectful thing, she said, her tone firm but laden with an undercurrent of regret. we leave with gifts at your door, to supplement my departure.

she shifted slightly, her posture a quiet defiance against the tension in the air, yet her voice softened as she continued. we will be gone with the wind, legs ripping from our bodies across the snow. her words carried a bittersweet finality, her gaze lingering on akavir for a moment longer before dropping to the ground.

a memory resurfaced, unbidden, of something she had once told him—an oath of sorts. they will have to tear me limb by limb to remove me from your side. the irony of it now burned her, and her chest tightened as she realized she had become the one to sever the bond. but this was her choice, her path, and she would walk it, even as the weight of it threatened to break her.

i hope the winds will be kinder to us all, she whispered, stepping back to let sun eater speak for them, her presence steady despite the tempest raging in her chest.