LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr wasn't quite sure how he found himself this far West. Well… that wasn't true. Lynd had been working on his sparring skills but as ever his interests drew him right back to the healing arts. Arts he probably wasn't supposed to be focusing on as much. Arts his father insisted were the tasks of women. But that didn't seem quite right to him. Kassander was a man and a healer in Yfir so surely it wasn't as taboo as Scylding led him to believe? Lynd sighed, hoping one day he'd stop feeling like he was doing something worthy of a guilt-trip every time he went herb gathering.
Carefully padding into the marshland Lynd found himself in a terra full of life, flora and fauna alike. In some ways it was a nice change from the North but he couldn't help but feel out of place in an environment like this. He was carrying on through the estuary when he spied a pair of women and a very strangely colored man. Lynd's eyes widened….. could…. could this be one of the gods? Lyndvarr hesitated, just watching the three, uncertain if he should say anything or go over to them. He would love to talk with one of the gods but the gods could be temperamental. He didn't want to upset one.
