2/1/2026, 11:25 AM
his reassurance softens her the way that crashing waves soften dry sand. it feels perilously close to being forgiven for something she does not believe she deserves forgiveness for.
she steps when he turns, matching his pace with a rare ease. she allows herself to lean—only slightly—into the knowledge that he has chosen not to hurry her. even so, she keeps her gaze forward. the silence stretches in a way that stresses her worse.
the chieftain's daughter had little ambition beyond her station—she was a child born with ill-circumstance and has thus-far served little purpose to her clan. the fact gnaws at her endlessly, even if it is her own doing.
she steps when he turns, matching his pace with a rare ease. she allows herself to lean—only slightly—into the knowledge that he has chosen not to hurry her. even so, she keeps her gaze forward. the silence stretches in a way that stresses her worse.
father,a pause to suck in a shallow breath, tail tucking close against her hocks.
what is.. expected of me?she does not look at him as she asks it. instead, her eyes track the snow underfoot, the places where surely many paws have passed and pressed certainty into the ground. her brother’s path is clear. everyone knows it. fa’liya has never begrudged him that, and yet she is left wanting.
the chieftain's daughter had little ambition beyond her station—she was a child born with ill-circumstance and has thus-far served little purpose to her clan. the fact gnaws at her endlessly, even if it is her own doing.
i know i am not as.. able-bodied as the others, but i do not wish to sit idle.
these two make me sick ;-;