All the words are gonna bleed from me

Iðunn

~Permission was given from Nacho for the slight pp

Róta was surprisingly quick in slipping out from under her leg, and just as quickly as Iðunn had tried to essentially stand on her cousin, she was thrust backwards and up. The air was pushed from her lungs as her cousin's skull hit her right in her breast. She exhaled heavily, wincing as the force of the shove sent her stepping backwards, and it was then she decided it wasn't worth trying to continue to stop Róta. Her cousin clearly had more than enough fire and tenacity brimming inside her today, and Iðunn didn't feel like dealing with it, especially as with a quick glance at the horizon she could see the first proper rays of sunlight. There was no time to be screwing around now, and she purposefully stepped to the side to let her cousin snatch up the chipmunk that she so desperately wanted.
She could hear her cousin snickering as the younger Trygg swiftly scurried off to snatch the chipmunk where it was carefully laid out. Iðunn rolled her shoulders and neck, taking a few deep breaths to settle herself and get the wind back into her as she watched with a keen eye, making sure Róta didn't disturb the small pile of herbs and mushrooms she had laid out next to the flat stone. If she couldn't offer up a self-hunted piece of prey, then the blood her cousin had dripped onto the stone would have to do. Maybe Delling would find the whole thing amusing and grant her a blessed and productive day even without the offering, as blood itself was also a powerful sacrifice, even if it had only been a few drops.
"Now off with you, unless you'll sit there quietly as I pray." Her words were directed at Róta with a firm sternness and a steely gaze as she then moved to sit in front of the flat stone, preparing herself to begin the ritual with practiced ease.

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All the words are gonna bleed from me

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Iðunn