4/25/2025, 1:43 AM
morwenna froze.
the wind had carried something to her—no, someone. a note, a sound, a call that pierced her soul deeper than fang or spear ever could. it was not a hallucination, not a grief-drunk dream conjured by snowblind sorrow. no, it was real.
a cry.
m’ma.
the world melted.
her limbs moved before thought could catch up. she ran, vaulting across the brittle undergrowth, snow flying from her paws, breath caught in her chest like a bird trapped behind bone. heart hammering, legs burning—none of it mattered.
nothing mattered but the voice.
and then she saw her.
a girl, small and trembling and perfect. the wind had not taken her. the gods had not taken her. he had not taken her. her ribs cracked wide around the flood of disbelief and holy recognition that roared through her.
she stumbled forward, choking on the air, and fell to her knees before the child. her child. hers. all the strength drained from her limbs, all at once. she reached for the girl with shaking paws, drawing her close, burying her face into fur that smelled of pine and survival and the sacred bloodline between them.
the wind had carried something to her—no, someone. a note, a sound, a call that pierced her soul deeper than fang or spear ever could. it was not a hallucination, not a grief-drunk dream conjured by snowblind sorrow. no, it was real.
a cry.
m’ma.
the world melted.
her limbs moved before thought could catch up. she ran, vaulting across the brittle undergrowth, snow flying from her paws, breath caught in her chest like a bird trapped behind bone. heart hammering, legs burning—none of it mattered.
nothing mattered but the voice.
and then she saw her.
a girl, small and trembling and perfect. the wind had not taken her. the gods had not taken her. he had not taken her. her ribs cracked wide around the flood of disbelief and holy recognition that roared through her.
fa’liya.the name burst from her lips like a sob, like a prayer too long unsaid.
she stumbled forward, choking on the air, and fell to her knees before the child. her child. hers. all the strength drained from her limbs, all at once. she reached for the girl with shaking paws, drawing her close, burying her face into fur that smelled of pine and survival and the sacred bloodline between them.
by the stars,she whispered, voice hoarse and broken with awe.
you’re here.