More Debris Than You Can Sort Through In One Go [Ásvor]
11-25-2017, 09:42 AM
Naudir worked her way down the mountainside towards the cove and the ocean. Despite having lived in the north most of her life she knew quite little of its territories beyond those lands she called home. After the fall of Yfir she'd taken to wandering farther and farther south. Something about the shift in her situation just drove her to sever ties with anything that reminded her of Yfir for a time until she'd come to grips with its fate and her own. There was something like guilt gnawing at her heart over it. Had she stayed true to what she'd been taught she'd have re-established Yfir the first chance she got but it was not in her nature to lead. She knew that. Naudir's movements were slow, more cautious than usual for both her ravens were snuggled up in her ruff and making the journey slow. They were not tiny chicks but old, crotchety and far larger than they seemed to take in to account but they'd been her rock through much of her struggles and much of her visions. The ravens offered great insight into the will of the gods. They were crucial to her life and she could not quite imagine what it would be like without them. Coming to stop on the black sand beach with the waves rolling in bring the smell of salt and sea she inhaled deeply. It was good to be back. "Talk" |