9/21/2025, 6:32 PM
Omens of weakness come from the lips of elders, but to hear it burdensome in Fa’liya’s young voice is jarring. The huntress tightens her arm, tentatively drawing the girl closer against the winds which gust their chill.
She wonders how brother and sister had both come to espouse this notion of frailty— and then she wonders how they could not with their father and aunt as exemplary figureheads.
“Strength is not only in our size,” and Iglux̂ hoped her own slightness might stand as a testament to this. She lowers her muzzle to trace lightly over the girl’s crown, “it lives in here,” then down to the beating center between small shoulders, “and here.”
Form without practice was futile; without passion was hollow. Others may misjudge her smallness, and then Fa’liya would know the satisfaction of proving their error. Dark eyes examine the young face wrought with so much of her brothers' shared bitterness.
“Come hunt with me. I will show you how to tire the herds.”
She wonders how brother and sister had both come to espouse this notion of frailty— and then she wonders how they could not with their father and aunt as exemplary figureheads.
“Strength is not only in our size,” and Iglux̂ hoped her own slightness might stand as a testament to this. She lowers her muzzle to trace lightly over the girl’s crown, “it lives in here,” then down to the beating center between small shoulders, “and here.”
Form without practice was futile; without passion was hollow. Others may misjudge her smallness, and then Fa’liya would know the satisfaction of proving their error. Dark eyes examine the young face wrought with so much of her brothers' shared bitterness.
“Come hunt with me. I will show you how to tire the herds.”
