Firefly Glen [BWH] In-between Humility and Faith

because im greedy! and love rodyn.

ippiksaut walked with purpose toward a quieter trail, nose lifted to the faint scent she sought: weaselmusk, frost, and beneath it all the steady, humble warmth that was rodyn.

she found him deep in the undergrowth, two weasels slung over his neck, his posture bent in focused pursuit of a third. he looked built from grief and gentleness both— a rare combination, one the world often punished.

she stepped into his path with the silence of an owl’s shadow, the folded lavender-scented pelt draped across her back.

rodyn, she breathed, her voice a low tide roll.

she slid the pelt forward, letting it fall softly at his paws. the scent rose between them, warm and clean, a balm against the cold memories she could feel tugging at his shoulders.

for you, she said. i enjoyed our conversation at the lake. 

her mismatched eyes met his gently, the gold warm, the blue steady.

your hands feed many, she added, glancing at the weasels he carried. and your heart carries more than it should.

a glance towards the pelt at her feet. 

take this. it will serve you in winter. and perhaps ease the weight you spoke of.