Shadowwyn Moor petnaest

morwenna smiled, the warmth of ice diver’s attention settling over her like a comforting mantle. she felt a rush of admiration for the woman—her straightforward nature, her strength, and the pride she held for her place among the saatsine. ridgeback, she repeated the name silently to herself, committing it to memory.

congratulations, she said, her voice gentle but sincere. it sounds like you’ve found someone worth sharing your strength with. it’s no small thing. her eyes flickered, a soft glow of appreciation within them. and to hold your place here, as war chief—it’s something to admire.

she shifted slightly, her tail brushing the snow behind her as she tilted her head toward ice diver. i’d like to get to know you better, if you’d allow it. maybe you could show me some of the ways of the saatsine—i want to be strong. stronger for the chieftain.

then, with a small smile, she added, in return, i could teach you about herbs.there are remedies i’ve learned—things for healing, for soothing. useful things. morwenna let her words hang, hopeful but not pressing, her curiosity genuine.