Noctisardor Bypass sacred

morwenna did not pretend certainty where there was none.

i do not know, she said calmly. he does what he pleases.

her gaze lifted to the frost-heavy horizon, where winter would soon tighten its grip.

once the cold deepens and the women begin to heat, the battles will come. her voice carried no romance for it—only fact. claims are proven then, not spoken.

she looked back to dione, eyes narrowing slightly in appraisal.

hunting will serve you well. it already does. a beat. but strength alone is rarely enough.

her head tilted, thoughtful.

what else do you bring?