Nova Peak Powinch

elowen’s eyes flicker as she hears ayovi’s voice, the weight in her tone enough to make her stomach turn. she rises slowly, concerned, and steps closer to the entrance.

ayovi? is everything alright? her voice is soft, steady, though there’s a quiet tremor beneath it, an echo of the unease that’s settled in her chest. she studies ayovi for a moment, sensing the tension in the air. the silence between them feels thick, too thick to ignore.

kaldros squirms around, beginning to gain leverage on his feet. he is quiet today, and that she can manage.