Shadowwyn Moor nine strikes

suliya lingered at the edges of the gathering, her pale eyes cutting toward morwenna with a sharp glower. her heart churned with unspoken anger, a smoldering flame of quiet judgment. sun eater, who had so firmly told her to take no husband outside of saatsine, now stood here proclaiming his claim to a woman who was not of their blood, not of their ways.

it stung—a hypocrisy she had not expected from him. her jaw tightened, her tail flicking once in irritation. and yet, she said nothing. this was his choice, his path to tread, and though it rankled her spirit, she would not challenge him. not openly. not here.

instead, she hung back, the frown etched on her face betraying her thoughts. her gaze lingered on morwenna for a moment longer before shifting away, fixed now on the horizon where the caribou grazed, their endless presence a silent witness to this moment of change.

she would not forget this slight, but for now, suliya stayed silent, a shadow in the background of sun eater’s bold proclamation.