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Tiberii · 9/17/2025, 11:49 PM

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The crisp morning air brought snow, a welcome treat for the warm season. It was mornings like these where the Pillar would pull herself from the den early, enjoying the silence that the cold brought and enjoying the dazzle of the snow against a cloud-shrouded sunrise. The bull would inhale deeply, casting the sleep from her gaze as she glanced toward the familiar contours of the Vale. Her shoulders would roll, stretching the ache from her muscles as she set off, locked in to her morning routine.

Normally, it was quiet.

But today, she would hear the chatter ... and she would catch the unfamiliar, steely scent of glacier water and spiced evergreen. Tiberii's dark ears would pivot, cupping toward the sound of the voice and relaxing only slightly when she heard the familiar tones of Sólúlfur's lilting replies. The words that were shared were unfamiliar to her naive ears, but that did not stop her from moving in their direction to meet the Black Sun and her companion.

Oi, hello there, came her greeting, rough but edged with the warmth of the fire that stirred in her soul. Tiberii's warm gaze would land first on Sólúlfur, her dark lips pulling upward into a grin as she dipped her head toward her companion. And then her gaze would roll, continuing toward the unfamiliar male in her presence. Who's yer friend, Sól? Her words were clipped, yet not unfriendly, a curiosity lingering in her voice.

Who had Sólúlfur picked up in the heart of the plague?

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

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