Nova Peak [nd] Nįwa

AW for the festivities

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the white fox pelts draped over her shoulders, soft and gleaming, shimmered against the deeper tones of her fur. she carried trinkets too—small bone carvings and polished stones strung together by sinew—tokens of the hunt, gifts from the land. they clinked softly with her every step, a rhythmic reminder of her skill and her connection to the earth.
the air was filled with the mingling smells of meats, fresh herbs, and sweet fruits—piles of fermented chokeberries and honeyed streamwater tempting all who passed. silatuyok’s gaze swept over the gathering, taking in the bursts of laughter, the low hum of conversation, and the rhythm of dancers moving as one. a feast, a celebration. a time for the warriors to rest their blades, for the land to be honored.
she placed her trinkets carefully on a platter of leaf, arranging them in a way that made them easy to reach. she dipped her head in greeting to @Ayovi, the scent of mink fur heavy in the air. a smile softened her normally guarded expression, but her focus shifted quickly back to the others—an invitation to celebrate, to share, to give.