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Kalyska stilled, as his words sank in. her ears flicked slightly, her hazel eyes lifting to meet his golden one, searching for any hint of falsehood. but his gaze held steady, unyielding and resolute, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.  

Forneskja, she repeated softly, testing the unfamiliar word on her tongue. her eyes drifted toward the mountains he had gestured to, their peaks sharp and foreboding, yet strangely inviting. a home. a circle. the thought stirred something deep within her—a yearning she had buried for so long it almost felt foreign.  

she looked back at him, her voice steady but laced with uncertainty. I don’t know if I ready, she admitted, her ears lowering slightly. But what say you… a place where strength not teeth, not claws. Where healing matters. she paused, her voice softening, almost wistful. What I search for.

Kalyska straightened slightly, the vulnerability in her expression giving way to quiet determination. If come, she said, her tone firmer now, it because earned it. Not because desperate, or lost. To stand in Forneskja because belong—not  refuge, but worthy of trust. 

she met his gaze again, her hazel eyes holding a flicker of cautious hope. What say you of this? Earned? Or still grow?