Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

suliya tilted her head slightly, her pale eyes narrowing, though not unkindly. ridgeback's words settled over her like freshly fallen snow—layered, soft, but weighted.

a takeover, she repeated, her voice low and smooth, like a whisper carried on the wind. it didn't surprise her, not truly. the lanzadoii were known for their relentless pursuits, their hunger for strength and unity, no matter the cost. but still, she found herself curious. and yet, here you are. saatsine.

she paused, her gaze flickering across his face, searching for something unspoken. did they fight for it, or was it given? her tone was neither judgmental nor accusatory, just the steady inquiry of one who sought to understand.

it wasn’t a condemnation—it was never that—but her interest lingered, brushing against his story like the sea lapping at the shore. her tail gave a small flick, betraying her curiosity. tell me more, ridgeback. how did you come to be theirs?