Shadowwyn Moor [m] māmila

morwenna followed him, the crisp air biting gently at her nose as she stepped into the open. her silver eyes lingered on him as he stretched, the faint shimmer of dawn reflected in their depths. the northern words felt strange yet familiar on her tongue, like rediscovered memories from a distant dream. the cadence and shape of his language bore similarities to her own, and she took to the practice with ease, murmuring the phrases softly under her breath.

udzih, she echoed, her voice low and measured as she took in the sight of the bull he indicated. c'ede' ghatggehi, she repeated, her silver gaze flicking to sun eater for approval, the faintest curve of pride pulling at her lips.

when he mentioned the possibility of a son, her laughter was smooth and light, like a brook carving through ice. a strong name, she said, her tone playful but touched with sincerity. though we might have to wait to see if the antlers suit him.

she shifted closer, her shoulder brushing his as her gaze returned to the herd below. you share me with caribou, she teased, her voice holding a trace of mirth. but i think the caribou will grow jealous of the time you take to teach me.

despite her jest, there was a quiet reverence in her movements, a respect for the life he had brought her into. teach me more, she urged, eager to take in the world as he saw it, eager to grow closer to him in ways that transcended language.