Rising Sun Valley ﹌ Kilvan

she will.
certainty shaped the words, a quiet, unshakable faith that settled in his chest. there was no need for doubt. no need to question. eywa would guide them.
his shadow stretched long beside hers, a silent reminder that they were not alone—not in this, not in the journey ahead. his golden eyes met her green, steady and sure.
was it their place to teach? to share the wisdom of the people with those who had never heard the wind sing, never felt the river’s pulse, never known what it was to live as part of the whole? perhaps. perhaps not. but in the end, it did not matter.
what mattered was the path before them. the months it would take to search, the unknown that stretched out beyond the river’s bend.
what mattered was that they were not alone.
we will find them, he murmured, voice low with quiet resolve. we are meant to.

fade and smth new:)?