Give Me More

Naudir settled with Balthazaar on her left and Branwen on her right as her mother began to speak explaining the winter-night, the blót. The girl tried to pay attention but her mind slowly wandered through daydreams as she watched the moonlight spill over the frost-bitten landscape. There were many among their number that were missing. Yfir was quiet and she couldn’t help but feel like it was falling in on itself. Naudir shuttered lightly at the mention of disease.

Her mothers news regarding the ranks sparked her interest. The girl had yet to really pick a direction. Everything seemed like a possibility and the prospect of being a trader in particular appealed to her. Kaupmaðr that would be the rank she would train for. It seemed now was her moment! Katja invited wolves to step forward but she would hesitate, suddenly nervous. Was she sure? Was she really sure? She watched Runa step forward, a soft smile on her face at her sisters choice. She would step forward next to Runa. “Móðir I wish to begin training for the rank of Kaupmaðr. The gods have not pulled me yet in any one strong direction but I feel in the pit of my stomach that this is the first step. From your mention of the rank I felt a stirring and I hope to find my way upon this path.”

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