a regular mage

*Naudir* · 10-22-2016, 01:52 PM

With each passing day Naudir continued to grow in strength and wisdom. Upon her right shoulder perched Branwen, the white crow and on her left shoulder perched Balthazaar, the black raven. Her companions were truly that, her only companions in the world right now though she hoped it would not be the case for long. Her mother had returned to Boreas and Naudir secretly hoped that meant Yfir might rise again though she couldn't be sure. With each passing season her mother grew older and she did not know if any of her siblings would rise to the task of reclaiming their pack. Lyndvarr had not returned with Katja, Kapra and Harekr were missing. She was not a leader, that much she knew. Would Runa be interested? Perhaps Taufr or Ásvor? Ræsa seemed to free a spirit to ever rule a pack. Or perhaps Yfir would not rise at all, perhaps they would be a band of loners. Either way she was excited at the prospect of being in a group but for now her little menagerie would do.

"Goodness it is warm in the south, isn't it Naudir?" The girl would nod slowly. "Aye, Branwen, though I'm sure winter will change that. The fall has been warm and dry everywhere." "Dam miserable if you ask me." Balthazaar joined in. "When are we going to get back up north where we belong. I know you like to wander Naudir but where the hel are you taking us?" Naudir chuckled to herself. "Wherever my feet take me, I guess. The gods sent me a vision last night, we head south, south until I find what I'm looking for."

The bizarre trio continued on entering the range. Well, this wasn't it, this looked nothing like her vision… at least not yet. There should be a strange skeleton here, a strange beast long since dead and decomposing… assuming Loki wasn't playing tricks on her and stringing her along. Suddenly she spied another woman, a sandy colored femme. Hmmmm… would she know? "Hail there! Do you live here?"

"Talk"

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