Shadowwyn Moor Hydrurga

suliya's fur rippled as a chill coursed through her spine, not from the cold of the air but from the weight of the girl's words. her ears twitched, an involuntary reaction, but she kept her expression neutral as she studied her more closely. the girl—no, the woman, for there was an edge of maturity to her that even her youth could not mask—bore the scent of sun eater and the blood of their shared lineage. niece, yet unfamiliar.

her lips pressed together at first, unsure how to respond. the mention of the everdark stirred something deep within her—a sacred place, a name woven into the very marrow of her muradoii heritage. a place she had never seen, only heard of in whispered tones and shadowed stories.

the everdark, she said, her voice cool but steady, her gaze narrowing slightly. what would you know of it? her words carried neither accusation nor warmth, only the weight of curiosity layered with suspicion.

that is a sacred name, suliya added after a pause, letting the words linger in the crisp air between them. a womb of life and death for the muradoii. ice and sea, yes, but more than that. much more. so tell me, she leaned slightly closer, her pale eyes pinning her, why do you ask about a place that even the spirits tread carefully upon?