12/21/2025, 6:46 AM
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gjalla's gaze remains lifted, fixed on a seam of stars just beginning to slip behind thin cloud, as if tracking something only she seems to see—not a constellation so much as the spaces between them, the black seams where meaning liked to hide. a breath leaves her nose, slow. controlled.
no words tonight,she says, pensive,
though they do seem restless.the barest of smiles tugs at her lips, however brief. whatever meaning there is to it, she won't disclose—such secrets are meant for her own people. she doubted her would find great meaning in it himself.
she shifts at last, rising to her feet with a roll of shoulders to regard the man before her properly.
but i doubt that is why you are here. you still owe me a hunt,she reminds him, tone even. . the corner of her mouth threatens something like a smile, never quite becoming it. it is not a demand, but fact—she hopes he is a man of his word.
