5/30/2025, 5:39 PM
gjalla was quiet a beat too long, her breath slow and thin.
the words tasted like iron. she didn’t look at him as they walked, gaze pinned to the stars like she could blanket of darkness above, dotted in starlight. her family's names sat heavy in her chest, a growing ache she knew would not settle. not until she finds them again.
her gaze falls to him, then, as she spoke:
that is my hope.she said finally, voice lower now. less wry, more raw.
there is nothing more to do but search.
the words tasted like iron. she didn’t look at him as they walked, gaze pinned to the stars like she could blanket of darkness above, dotted in starlight. her family's names sat heavy in her chest, a growing ache she knew would not settle. not until she finds them again.
her gaze falls to him, then, as she spoke:
i’m not asking for help. just telling you how it is.a pause.
...but if you have scouts, keep your ears sharp. you will know they are mine if you see them. stars on their foreheads, dark pelts.