All the words are gonna bleed from me

The satisfying sound of air leaving her cousin’s lungs was all the cue she needed to scamper towards the chipmunk with a snicker, scooping the offering up and disposing of it in two short snaps while her cousin caught her breath. It was barely enough to touch the sides of her stomach, but it was a start.

Iðunn recovered surprisingly quickly, regaining her composure and moving back to commence her ritual with nothing but the smattering of blood Róta had left on the stones. When her cousin spoke, the girl openly snorted and sneered. “I have given the gods enough.” There was a bitter weight to her words only the cleric would understand, and irreverently she turned her back on both her cousin and the ritual. She would need to bring down something bigger than a chipmunk to fill the hole in her belly (and heart).

“Speech”