Qeya River [m] ghosts

gjalla’s gaze softened imperceptibly as he spoke. she expected mockery, or perhaps a retort, but instead, he was steady, touched by something real. she didn’t know how to place it, nor how to react, but it settled in her chest like peace.

instead, she simply nodded, turning her head to the heavens again, allowing the quiet moment to stretch between them. The air seemed to hold its breath, the rustling of the wind mingling with the distant whispers of the stars."smart man."

her eyes caught the shifting colors of the sky, a swirl of reds and oranges reflecting the rising sun while stars faded. it reminded her loosely of him.

“if you make it to valhalla... you’ll have earned it,” she murmured before stopping, unsure which route to take. "i will meet you there, if the gods favor us."

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sobbing.