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@Sun Eater if u want <3

there has been time for thinking. time for reflection. time to brood and to stew in the jealousy that claims his heart. then, time for introspection.

blackfell, or uuts’taa, has come to know; to know that he seeks no quarrel. he does not mean to wave a red banner, to demand war. thoughts of conquest stirred by the abrupt arrival of his kin had died down, like a fire fading in the crackling of sunrise.

ambition became charcoal. viable still, a flame could resurface—now it lay dormant. blackfell hears morwenna’s words, feels them in not only his mind but his heart. he is driven by urge to please her. she says that he and sun eater may yet find common ground. blackfell had never once questioned her wisdom and time apart did not seem to sever that emotional loyalty.

he is there when sun eater appears, watching with red eyes. head lowering, faintly; a nod, in his direction, and a dip of his black crown. inviting interaction—the chieftain need only set aside his pride, as blackfell did.