Herbalists' Cache dewclaw mountain

star eater reclined, spine pressing into the softened curve of caribou hides beneath her. the snow outside whispered against the shelter, dulling the world to a hush that felt sacred—like the waiting itself was part of the ritual.
she blinked slowly at other shore’s question, the corner of her mouth tipping in a faint, knowing smile.
my husband named in lanzadoii, she murmured, voice low, thoughtful. dzaeyasaa. star eater. a name to hold their respect. her gaze lifted, distant as if recalling the first time it had fallen from sun eater’s lips. but... my birth name is morwenna. the earthen delight.
there was a pause, long and weighty, as though it had been some time since she’d spoken it aloud, or let herself wear it without the weight of expectation.
names are... heavy things here, she added, watching the way the snow built on the edges of the den’s opening. but i think you understand that.
her eyes found other shore’s with something gentle, something warm in spite of all the cold. when they come, the little ones... perhaps they will carry pieces of both. of land and sky, of earth and stars.