Sunset Valley he stole her youth

silatuyok's eyes narrow, a thoughtful look crossing her face. she tilts her head slightly, sniffing the air before her gaze returns to him.
winsook, she repeats, the word thick on her tongue. she takes a slow breath, her stance firm, yet there’s something wistful in her eyes, something hidden beneath the surface.
spirits call, she repeats softly, as if the mountains themselves whispered to her. then, her posture shifts, and she meets his eyes, sharp yet guarded.
nova peak... where winds call. where my ancestors walk.