Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

her sharp breath was a sound unto itself, brimming with unspoken conviction. her voice followed, sharp-edged and cool.

yes, suliya breathed, the word slicing the space between them. muradoii are meant to breed with muradoii.

her tongue curled around the foreign syllables of his borrowed tongue, wielding it like a blade. her smirk was a quicksilver flicker before fading back into something unreadable.

vice... versa, she added, the pause deliberate, her common tongue fractured with an intentional deliberation. is how you might say it.

then, her gaze bore into him, her words spiraling downward, slower, deeper, darker. but muradoii blood runs deeper. much, deeper.

it left a strange sort of tension in the air, one that seemed to stretch between the two of them, taut and sharp as an unstrung bow. she did not know what else he sought— for as sun eater might have her head if she filled their heads with the muradoii spirit talks.