Silver Moraine toshin

suliya’s brow lifted at the woman’s words. her gaze swept over the scarred figure, sharp and assessing, lingering for a beat longer than necessary. there was an understanding there, something unspoken but deeply known—the way the salt still clung to her, the way her presence did not feel like the tundra but something wilder, older.

i am lanzadoii, she confirmed, her voice even, though there was a pause before she continued. hesitation. then, softer, more reluctant, and muradoii.

the words tasted strange on her tongue, not because they were untrue, but because they were not ones she often spoke aloud.

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