Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

suliya listened intently, her snow-pale eyes fixed on meleys as the older woman spoke with sharp honesty, the kind that only came from deep wounds and experience. there was a rare kinship in the way meleys shared her story, her pain interwoven with pride and resilience. suliya understood it, even if her path had been different.

your strength, suliya began softly, her tone thoughtful, it is not bound to a man, nor to what they give or fail to give. her gaze lingered on meleys, steady and reverent. you endure. that is more than any weak seed could ever yield.

she shifted, her shoulders relaxing slightly, though her thoughts remained heavy. sun eater wishes me to speak to the ghost talker, she admitted, the words coming slowly. but he is a mere boy. her voice carried the faintest edge, a reminder of the defiance that had brought her here.

suliya tilted her head slightly, a faint, knowing smile pulling at her lips. if you take another, she mused, let it be one who matches your strength. her gaze flicked briefly to the caribou herd before returning to meleys. the choice should be yours.

she fell silent then, letting her words settle, the quiet between them filled with the soft breaths of the herd and the distant hum of the winter wind. in meleys’s story, she saw both a caution and an encouragement, and in her own, perhaps, a path yet unwritten.