Shadowwyn Moor [m] māmila

the words fell heavy, rhythmic, from his tongue, and morwenna's silver eyes flickered, catching the weight they carried. she let them roll over her, through her, their meaning sinking into the marrow of her being. udzih 'udaaxe neket'aats', she repeated softly, each syllable tentative but deliberate. she would master them, as she would master this new life.

his voice, low and rare in its tenderness, stirred something deep within her. they must be patient. the pride in his tone, the way his tail lifted high with conviction—it made her breath hitch. her lips parted slightly, ready to speak again, but his nuzzle against her throat silenced her. she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, and a quiet hum of approval escaped her.

yikaas k'edghildza', she repeated after him, her voice firm despite the softness of the words. it is beautiful. the meaning unfurled in her mind like a bloom, and she clung to it, savoring its beauty and depth. her name, this name, tasted of fire and beginnings, of promise and power. she would wear it proudly, as he intended.

she met his gaze, her silver eyes steady, the corners of her lips lifting into a small, determined smile. is this who i am now? she asked, the question more for herself than for him. but she already knew the answer. she belonged here, in his world, under his name.

leaning closer, she pressed her nose against his, her voice lowering into a whisper as she repeated her new name once more, letting it settle, letting it claim her. yikaas k'edghildza'.