Nova Peak Núuruachiu

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silatuyok smiled, the warmth of the tea still tracing down her throat like sunlight. her gaze met the raven-colored woman’s with open honesty.
from plains, she answered softly, her accent turning the words rounded and gentle. long ways. not strang-er to winters. a small shrug of her shoulders followed, as if to say the snow did not frighten her—it had been part of her for as long as she remembered.
ayovi is like... cousin, she added after a beat, eyes flicking toward the mountain where her friend had gone. there was fondness in the way she said it, but also sorrow tucked in the corners of her voice. she ask. i come.
another sip of the hot leaves. the steam curled around her muzzle as she breathed it in, then exhaled slow.