Noctisardor Bypass glistening shards

morwenna stepped from the treeline at last.

the fear that had kept her low moments before shed from her as if it had never belonged to her at all. she straightened, darkened and winterbound, and something unmistakably regal settled into her stance—head lifted, shoulders squared, eyes narrowing with cold appraisal.

she did not rush. she did not hide.

she came into clear view of both men, her presence enough to still the air. her gaze cut first to the norseman, then to the pale wraith who had so carefully positioned himself as a barrier. she took them in with the calm authority of someone long accustomed to being obeyed.

the bypass felt smaller with her standing there.

unafraid.