Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

his ears turned slightly at her voice, the way she named his pain without hesitation. it did not anger him. it did not comfort him either. it simply was—another truth among many.

he did not look at her right away. his eyes lingered on the moonlight as it kissed the stone beneath their feet.

i feel... his breath left him in a slow exhale, ...like half of me is gone.

a silence followed, heavy but not cruel. grief had shaped him, but it had not broken him. not yet.

her offer was met with a flick of his gaze, blue-gold eyes meeting hers in full.

who is your family, sinnatomak?