Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

periane lingered just behind hemera, her presence quiet but unmistakable—a shadow stitched to her sister priestess’s side.
the snow whispered beneath their steps, the cold brushing through her fur, but she felt no chill. only the steady hum of purpose. of faith.
when hemera halted, periane did the same, pale eyes lifting to trace the horizon.
she felt him before she saw him. the boy—small, hesitant, hovering like a breath not yet exhaled.
periane did not move, nor did she call out. she only watched, gaze gentle, but heavy with knowing.
this was not her moment to lead. she would let the boy decide. she would let him step forward—if he dared.