Qeya River [m] star knife

turning her head toward him, eyes half-lidded but alight with something more than the soft glow of the firelight. star eater, she repeated, her voice a quiet murmur, savoring the weight of it as it settled around her like a second skin.

her gaze lingered on him, her husband, the way he spoke of our ways filling her with a warmth that ran deeper than the furs they shared. there was pride in the way she embraced it, this new name, this new life. it is our way, she echoed softly, her voice tinged with reverence, her smile faint but content.

and as the quiet stretched between them, their breaths finding rhythm together, k’edghildza let herself sink into the moment, into the weight of his presence, and into the life they had begun to build.