January 16, 2025, 10:53 AM
Gjalla blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Morwenna’s sudden shift in tone. The brightness in her voice felt almost foreign against the solemnity of their conversation, but it was infectious in its way, tugging at the corners of Gjalla’s heart. Her ears swiveled toward her spirit sister, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a faint smirk broke through the stoicism of her features.
“A snow shelter,” she echoed incredulously, her voice carrying a faint note of dry amusement. “I imagine he’d build you a fortress if you let him.” Gjalla rose slowly, her limbs stiff from the cold, but she shook off the frost with a practiced grace. The movement sent a small flurry of snow drifting around her, catching the faint starlight.
The mention of children’s pelts stirred something bittersweet in her chest—a flicker of the life she might have had, of the pups she had once imagined herself raising under Stormrift’s skies. She shoved the thought aside, focusing instead on Morwenna’s steady presence and the promise woven into her words.
“Most of what I say is harsh,” Gjalla tilted her head, her smirk softening into something closer to curiosity. “it should be no challenge.”
As she followed, her gaze lingered briefly on the woman’s swaying tail, her pelt shimmering in the starlight like a tapestry of shadows and silver. There was something grounding about her spirit sister’s resilience, her ability to carve out a new life amidst the ruins of their past.
“Lead the way,” Gjalla murmured, her voice quieter now, though it carried a note of something unspoken. Hope, perhaps, or the cautious beginnings of acceptance.
“A snow shelter,” she echoed incredulously, her voice carrying a faint note of dry amusement. “I imagine he’d build you a fortress if you let him.” Gjalla rose slowly, her limbs stiff from the cold, but she shook off the frost with a practiced grace. The movement sent a small flurry of snow drifting around her, catching the faint starlight.
The mention of children’s pelts stirred something bittersweet in her chest—a flicker of the life she might have had, of the pups she had once imagined herself raising under Stormrift’s skies. She shoved the thought aside, focusing instead on Morwenna’s steady presence and the promise woven into her words.
“Most of what I say is harsh,” Gjalla tilted her head, her smirk softening into something closer to curiosity. “it should be no challenge.”
As she followed, her gaze lingered briefly on the woman’s swaying tail, her pelt shimmering in the starlight like a tapestry of shadows and silver. There was something grounding about her spirit sister’s resilience, her ability to carve out a new life amidst the ruins of their past.
“Lead the way,” Gjalla murmured, her voice quieter now, though it carried a note of something unspoken. Hope, perhaps, or the cautious beginnings of acceptance.
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home & consonance - by Gjalla - January 12, 2025, 04:26 PM
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