Dawnlark Plains you're a poem of mystery,

a smile of her own traced her dark lips when he confirmed the similarity. my name - it sounds good on your tongue, he had been the first, rala thought, so say it the same way she did ; with pride, with purpose, with a knowing that only those of the harshest winters could possibly comprehend. a sense of kinship.

one day i will seek you out, taaqtuq angut, and i will see what you have built, it was with warmth that her words left her maw. she gave one last nod, gazing at him with a distant approval within her eyes, before she would turn away, delicate pawsteps moving with purpose through the snowy plains. careful, precise in her trek.

exit rala <3 i need another thread sometime !!