Nova Peak [nd] Nįwa

“You.” Jamukha tilts his head, eyes narrowing enough to suggest amusement. “Why not you?”

Did she not know her own beauty? It could not have been the first time a man sought her in dance, but this resistance reads like true modesty.

Around them the feast roars on, paws like muted thunder drumming in rhythm to inherited songs. Jamukha’s grins, and steps out alongside her, offering a shoulder to the nameless northwoman.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how,” he lowers his words in teasing.