2/19/2026, 4:02 AM
Eirwen is not so easily moved by strangers, men or women. All her life, what she can remember, the pieces she can pick out: there is a resounding theme of disappointment. From others, for she has always meant to rise above. Push the lesser down, while she climbs.
She can see the makings of a leader in Gjalla.
“You’re a wise woman. That is rare.”
Eirwen moves once again, paws finding careful placement among snow and mountain stones.
“Stormrift. Is that your clan?”
She can see the makings of a leader in Gjalla.
“You’re a wise woman. That is rare.”
Eirwen moves once again, paws finding careful placement among snow and mountain stones.
“Stormrift. Is that your clan?”
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