Herbalists' Cache futurama

gjalla exhales with something close to relief. there is no one else in the world who could tether her like this, no one else who could remind her who she is without demanding she change.

she leans into morwenna’s warmth, tilting her head just slightly, enough that their temples brush. "then i will wait," a promise; it is the least she can offer, after all the years they have walked side by side. "they will know us both," a huff of breath, something like a laugh. "they will always have a place beneath stormrift's banner, if need be. as will you."

she follows her sister’s gaze to the ice beyond, to the vast, endless stretch of pale blue and white. gjalla is still watching the horizon when her sister speaks again, and her laugh this time is full-bodied, an exhale of pure, unguarded amusement. "mmph, if only," she muses, shaking her head.

she turns back to morwenna, nudging her side in return, playfully rough. "i have never taken the easy path. neither of us." Her eyes glint, filled with something old and fond. "we make do."