Overture Downs seekers wish

a soft hum left suliya’s lips, a melody carried gently on the sharp winds. her silver gaze softened as she regarded winter’s wake, his words weaving through the icy air like threads of a tapestry she did not fully know how to read. his warmth pressed into her chest, but it was not the kind of warmth she had sought.

she tilted her head, her voice low but steady as her answer came. i have heart, she began, the faintest lilt of amusement in her tone, as if the skepticism in his gaze amused her. but it is not for your rhythm. it belongs to lanzadoii.

her words were firm, yet without sharpness. they carried the weight of a conviction long held, the kind that could not be bent or broken by another’s desires, no matter how fervent. still, she did not push him away, her posture relaxed as the snow gathered around them. she allowed him his place for the moment, but her boundaries were clear—etched in the cadence of her voice, as immovable as the mountains in the distance.