4/25/2025, 4:12 PM
SKILL Ranger 1/5
morwenna had not meant to stop. she had walked the riverbank like a woman scorned by time, her thoughts the only company she kept—until the glint of pale fur against frost caught her eye. not deer. not prey. a woman.
she stood above the banks, crown lifted, plumes of her breath ghosting before her face. the figure below moved with the groggy tremble of one displaced—no direction, no surety in her limbs. it was not the ragged look of a rogue. no, this was something gentler. carved of finer things. morwenna's brows furrowed. there was something familiar in the lines of the girl’s shoulders, in the half-tucked way her ears held themselves. like a painting unfinished, or a memory from before the ruin.
are you lost?morwenna called down, voice wrapped in wind and regal certainty. then, quieter, more to herself, her eyes narrowed, studying the woman’s face:
…or have i known you before?
snowflakes kissed the earth between them, melting in the tension, in the recognition not yet spoken aloud. she descended the incline with the grace of a matron and the weight of a queen.
you wear the shape of someone i once knew.she paused.
a palace girl, weren’t you? tell me your name.her gaze did not waver.
i will know if it’s a lie.