Phoenix Maplewood white winter hymnal

sega watched her rise, snow shaking from her dark coat in a fine spray. there was caution in her eyes still, but also decision— the kind that came from exhaustion and instinct finally giving way to trust.

he gave a small, approving nod.

then come, he said, turning toward the valley trail. we walk back. warm place there.

he stepped forward, but not too quickly, making space at his side so she did not feel driven or herded. callahan remained a steady shadow behind them, his presence solid but unpressing.

as they began to move, sega glanced toward her again.

i am sega, he said simply. sega tuhut. chief of great sky.

a pause, his tone softened by the faint curl of a welcoming smile.

and you?