Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

morwenna said nothing, her silence speaking more than any words could as she followed him. her breath was steady, drawn deep and slow, as though she might capture the very essence of him within her lungs and hold it there, let it settle into her bones.

she felt the weight of his gaze, the deliberate touch of his nose tracing her features, and yet she did not move. she let him take her in as she took him in—his presence glorious, commanding, undeniable.

when he stripped away the caribou hide, she remained still, though a chill etched up her spine. the cloak had been apart of her since he had offered it to her.

and now she looked upon him, her eyes gleaming faintly in the moonlight. she only breathed, breathless but certain, as if to remind herself of what stood before her. and in that moment, there was nothing but sun eater—his heat, his shadow, his unrelenting being—and the quiet acknowledgment of what she had become.