Qeya River mockingbird

veksar's gaze turned over his shoulder. blackfell approached and a small thread of his anxiety fell away — especially so as his brother spoke.

veksar nodded his head.

there wasn't much for him to like about saatsine. it was cutthroat and rigorous and frigidly cold in both demeanor and environment. it felt just like home in a way that made him want to peel his own skin back.

we need to get out of here, blackfell, his gaze was firm, unyielding. and i want to take morwenna and gjalla with us.