Messages In This Thread

Sheauga · 2/18/2026, 1:33 AM

"I can only begin to imagine what you are going through, and won't pretend to understand your hardship. That would be dishonest and a farce." she would just listen, allowing Tamaska to share her thoughts, "But I will do what I can to make sure that your time with me is well spent, precious. I have felt the same way about you since our first meeting, you are the soft moss I lay against for comfort. It feels as though I have known you for several lifetimes, despite how short it actually has been. I hope that we can continue to share this friendship, see where it goes down the road."

Soft moss.

The image came to life in her mind, cool earth beneath towering trees, the hush of a forest, rich and alive. A contradictory warmth to the frozen peaks of Northfall. And beyond that warmth of course was Northfall still. So fresh and raw in her heart, the hollow echo of their den and Wardruna's voice in the dark grated against the idea of a new path. A new life.

"What do you think, Sheauga? Isn't it about time you put your own needs to the forefront? To explore something entirely new and exciting? And it's all yours for the taking."

Tamaska made it sound so easy, like a door that was already open and all Sheauga had to do was step across the threshold, and she wanted to. She wanted to because she could see it, a different valley, different faces, mornings that would not taste like regret. But her love for Wardruna didn't dissolve just because she had hurt her.

❝ You make it sound so simple — but I am afraid ❞ she would offer plainly, eyes casting down to her own paws. ❝ Would you...walk with me for a while? ❞ she merely needed to think, process all of this without the pressure of a decision bearing down on her back.

—
❝ speech ❞

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

Howling River

Spiritsong