Whitebark Stream meddleborn

compared to her husband, the towering force of sun eater, this one was slight—puny even. come to me, natsʼelʼaen.

you tread closely to saatsine land, she said coolly, her voice steady but firm, a tone that did not waver as her amber eyes bored into him. she took a step forward, deliberate, her frame large and commanding against the snow’s backdrop.

his smile, so full of his own charm, stirred nothing in her but a quiet, internal huff of disbelief. men, always thinking their words were golden threads to be woven into admiration.

tell me, she continued, her head tilting slightly, the faintest glint of curiosity mixed with her caution. is your appreciation of beauty worth the risk of trespass?

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