Bitterroot Valley smother the sun

gjalla’s gaze shifts slowly from the sky to him, as if the night itself had sharpened her. the man’s attempt at pleasantry doesn’t settle her, but it doesn’t irk her either. he was strange, yet harmless—perhaps.

she shifts her weight onto one side, the tension still coiled in her muscles as she assesses him. his smile was disarming, but she remains stoic, guarding her thoughts behind a wall of silence.

“i see my family,” she mutters, her voice rough like gravel. “the dead and living,” she pauses, narrowing her eyes as she weighs her next words.

she tilts her head slightly, assessing him again. “what about you?”

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