Gyrfalcon's Keep window

she walked close alongside the other woman, the priestess. holy and blessed.

when would she be ready? even she did not know! there was no burning passion that encouraged her to clasp onto things now.

she felt much more akin to a small thing, floating along with the waves.

treva, but it was not carried strong. it felt like a broken fragment that settled on her shoulders like an old cloak.