Nova Peak blessed be our descendants

“A lifetime of pain,” her words fumble into bluntness, a ceremonial side effect. Or perhaps not; she feels for the man from a fractured home, the one he so clearly loves but cannot return to. Her legs stretch outwards but it is still only the eyes which can meet with the warrior’s splay of paw.
“It is why the divine choose you, to speak through you,” the huntress murmurs, “it is a sight given only in suffering.” Lethargy weighs her tongue, but for the passing of several breaths Ayovi’s mind is almost clear. His story was not a happy one, but it did not always need to be that way. They had more in common than the huntsman understood, but the raveling explanation is caught and knotted by Aspa's witchcraft upon her tongue.