1/21/2026, 9:50 PM
gjalla studies the ruin written into her—torn ear, scored muzzle, a kind of damage that will never fade. her stare lingers a moment too long, though not unkind.
you do not seem like a woman keen on stagnation, nor mindless loyalty.she says eventually. it is not judgment.
your empire may be lost, but you are not.her eyes cut back to eirwen, periwinkle into molten gold;
find purpose beyond duty. it will suit you better.
short sorry ;w;
