9/3/2025, 6:27 PM
There is enough giddiness in Euphemia that Iglux̂ feels it reflected within her chest, in readiness of legs to tear back to the lake.
Was there any bond more mutual than that between hunters and healers? For reasons of her own, Iglux̂ might find herself in need of them before long.
But she slows this thought. She was a fragment upon Cen’s tableau, and only her chieftain would decide if such a relationship was truly necessary.
“Soon,” the huntress promises all the same, waving the silver banner back over her hips. It is a new vulnerability. For when she looks to Euphemia, she sees a woman who might become a friend.
Was there any bond more mutual than that between hunters and healers? For reasons of her own, Iglux̂ might find herself in need of them before long.
But she slows this thought. She was a fragment upon Cen’s tableau, and only her chieftain would decide if such a relationship was truly necessary.
“Soon,” the huntress promises all the same, waving the silver banner back over her hips. It is a new vulnerability. For when she looks to Euphemia, she sees a woman who might become a friend.
