Herbalists' Cache futurama

Gjalla laughs, the sound soft but rich with the weight of truth and a little relief. The air between them feels lighter, the tension from earlier unraveling slowly. It’s the kind of laugh that would echo in the air, if there were any echoes to catch it. She leans back slightly, still close enough to feel the warmth of Morwenna’s presence, but her mind feels clearer, a bit steadier now.

Her eyes, searching, soften as they meet Morwenna’s, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them—something deeper than mere affection. This bond they share has always been one of quiet understanding, of truths unsaid but still known. Of love.

She sighs softly at the last words, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "other men?" she scoffs, her voice rich with both amusement and the faintest bitterness. "i’ve known too many men. if it were about best choice, i think i'd have a wife by now." she trails off, her throat tightening briefly at the thought. she didn't think it was much of a secret, though.

“i wanted to build something with him. something stronger than us. more than us.” Her voice softens, but the pain there is subtle. “but you are right. changes would have to made to accommodate,” she exhales slowly.

there had been times, in her youth, she thought she and morwenna could rule together. if not side by side, then still as friends. an auspicious pair, no one could deny it. it is everything she can’t say aloud. everything she never could, or was too afraid to years ago. the thought is still there, lingering, but somehow easier to breathe with morwenna by her side.

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and they were roommates...