5/1/2025, 6:28 PM
yes,morwenna murmured, her eyes tracing the flight of the birds before returning to him.
it is.
the word settled like snow on stone—quiet, resolute. she had not spoken it before, not aloud. not until now, with ksura beside her. and now that she had, it felt real.
her shoulder lingered against his a breath longer, the warmth between them a shared defiance against the wind.
the peak watches all things,she added, voice low.
there is power in that. and peace.her silver eyes flicked to him—glinting.
but it only becomes a kingdom with those who choose to stay.
and for ksura, her little grey thing with a heart that wandered—she would not ask. she would only welcome.