Arsynia,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk

Arsynia had spent days slumbering in the mountains, nestled among the white rock peaks and the snow that sheltered it from the yielding summer. Seldom did she stir from her place, content to watch the valley stretch for miles from her perch, and the sun rise from the distant horizon where the sky met the sea. Eventually, however, she stirred from her idleness and descended down the mountainside toward the forest below, exploring the new land once more.

She'd met few others already, but still yet could she not shake the aching feeling that stirred in her chest. For too long had Arsynia abandoned the prospects of other lands in favor of remaining nomadic, but Aesseldar felt different; she felt something compelling her to stay, fettering her to the mountainside she'd first arrived from. And then she saw him; perhaps a small, distant part of the internalized, instinctual desire to remain. But even the presence of his white pelt flickering in between the trunks of the ancient pine trees felt as if they were a promise of more to come.

“Drakon,” she breathed as she approached, “you're here too.”


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