2/23/2026, 7:49 AM
gjalla’s ears tip forward a fraction at the praise, but any reaction she may have is quickly schooled into a single nod. in her lifetime, it was more a tool more often than it is a gift, but eirwen, she sensed, had no ulterior motive for it.
stormrift,she repeats, voice low, steady but reverent.
yes. my naval home.a small pause as she steps down from one shelf of stone to the next, claws finding purchase in the ice.
though we were more kingdom than clan by both numbers and organization. we were disciplined, enduring, loyal.her gaze sweeps the horizon briefly before settling forward again.
i miss it.
