Nova Peak ❇ Tavu

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silatuyok nodded, a soft smile blooming like spring snowmelt. yes, she answered, quiet and sure. i heal.
there was warmth in her expression now, lit by the simple joy of connection. the woman before her—raven’s call—reminded her of flickering dusklight on dark water. a striking presence, but not harsh. silatuyok welcomed her nearness, allowing the gentle breach of space with the ease of one who sensed no threat.
well met, she echoed, her tongue careful with the cadence of the other’s name. your spirit is...ah, bright.
her gaze dipped to the herbs between them. this is for calming. foxglove not far. and berries to stain. her ears twitched with gentle mirth. for hides. or for, eh... cheeks.
she looked up again, head tilted slightly. do you heal? she asked, though something told her raven’s call had her own kind of medicine.