Shadowwyn Moor the mourning sun

morwenna lingered near gjalla for a breath longer, her eyes soft but thoughtful as her spirit sister’s words settled in the air. sisters by circumstance. it was true, and yet it had always felt like so much more. but things had changed. she had changed.

at sun eater’s gruff question, morwenna tilted her head, her gaze flicking between the two figures who now shared her world. gjalla’s pale eyes, unyielding as ice, and her husband’s slate-blue stare, shadowed with instinctive wariness.

we might as well be, she said softly, a laugh threading through her words as she stepped back toward sun eater. her movements were deliberate, a quiet declaration as she pressed her shoulder against his. her place was here, by his side.

turning her gaze to gjalla, morwenna’s lips curved into a small, almost mischievous smile. ao issi ñuha zaldrīzes, she said in valyrian, her voice steady and proud as she named him. this is my husband.

her eyes lingered on gjalla, watching her reaction carefully. then, with a flick of her tail, she leaned into sun eater, her presence a silent reassurance to him. whatever unspoken tension hung between the three, she would not let it unbalance her. morwenna had chosen, and her choice stood firm.

i think she would like to run with us, if you'd allow it, husband.