Firefly Glen morgunsól

Kalyska lifted her head, her hazel eyes locking with his, no hesitation flickering in her gaze. she stood, steady and tall despite the chill biting at her thin frame, her voice clear and resolute.  

I come. she said firmly, her words carrying the weight of a decision made not in desperation, but in conviction. Not for survive, but for belong.

she glanced toward the mountains, their distant peaks no longer daunting but calling to her like a challenge waiting to be met. Forneskja sound like strong home I look for. Place I can stand on own terms and place earned.  

the soft breeze stalled, a snowflake falling delicately between her eyes. a blessing by the earth, a right decision made. long had the scars of the fire remained buried under new fur growth that she no longer felt undeserved, ugly. but hope now bloomed in her chest as she rose to a determined stance, not out of intimidation but desire to follow the path she had set before her.

with a nod she responded, unshakened, Sólhárr, hárkonungr of Forneskja, lead the way.