10/1/2025, 9:46 PM
“Especially there.”
Some relief burnishes her eyes where the slips with Caan still lay, a reminder of just how little she understood. But no grin can be staved while Fa’liya’s tail waves, and if the intricacies of relationships and politics evaded the huntress, the vagaries of the taiga welcomed her. Before rising, she musses the crown playfully, hocks falling in an invitation for play.
"Iglux̂," she names.
And she would attempt to pass on this command, and hope in turn that the passion which sounded in the depths of the forest and filled the silver with so much unrest would come alive also in the heart of the caribou girl.
