Dawnlark Plains ι

That thunder bursts from Star Eater— spite misplaced on a man who wanted only to protect his pregnant wife from rash ferity. But Ayovi is calm, the river of her eyes glossing in the heaviness of so much hurt. A pale paw reaches delicately for the mother, gaze flashing to the snow-clad girl beside her.
“We will do all we can to help. You are not alone,” she whispers to them both, “neither are the children.” Her heart aches, for this girl was also so young to see the true cost and brutality of war.
The huntress slips from the pair, crossing to Skorpa with eyes that smoke with that same knowing. The chieftain was waging war— but the glacier too was marching for battle and furiously recruiting allies. Blood would be spilled here.
“Tale med alfa,” an ardent smoothing of her cheek to the deep red of her norseman’s jaw. “Jeg finde dig.” She kisses the side of his mouth and reluctantly pulls away, kneeling to flatten her discarded oxen pelt. Then she begins collecting scattered herbs from the snow.