Black Morass star

her chest warmed with pride, her rounded frame seeming almost to glow as she approached her starling. the gifts laid before her were humble but rich with promise, a testament to devotion even in the harsh grip of winter. sage and blackberry leaves—scarce and precious. they were treasures pulled from the earth by hands guided by faith.

the mothers smile upon you, ione murmured, her voice lilting with joy, her soft features lifted in adoration. such devotion. such care. you bring them honor.

her gaze swept over the offerings, lingering briefly before lifting back to meet the eyes of her starling. she stepped forward, brushing her nose gently against her companion’s cheek, a fleeting gesture of affection.

we will bless these together, she decided, her tone resolute yet tender. you are the hand of the mothers, and through you, their will grows. such good work, my starling. such goodness for the mothers.