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*Sanngriðr* · 02-02-2022, 03:59 PM

Sanngriðr had grown comfortable enough here, but winter loomed in the back of her mind. Ever present. They were always moving towards it, and when they arrived it would be a fight for survival. Every single fucking time, it was a fight for survival. A scrape, a scrap, something they’d have to do their absolute damndest for. At least in her mind.

There was no telling what winter here would really bring. Sanngriðr wasn’t sure she liked that not knowing, either. They’d spent last winter somewhere far off, and they’d drifted too far south for her liking. It had been an easy winter, comparative to the ones that had raised them. Still, things here could be different. There was no knowing until it arrived.

It should have been time to move on soon… right? Sanngriðr considered that everyone had grown relatively comfortable here, herself included. Was it time? Were they safe? Safety was a weird fucking concept, especially after so many nights spent awake and staring over her shoulder. Anyone who’d been pursuing them would have caught up by now. Maybe they didn’t give as much of a fuck as she’d hoped, a thought that stung all on its own. Don’t dwell.

To a relatively intact section of wall, the valkyrie moved. The look on her face was mostly placid… mostly. No, there would be no talk of the storms in her head. Not today. With a grunt (of effort or of greeting it was hard to tell), she hoisted herself to settle beside her brother. Fine.

SANNGRIÐR
Kom och hata mig.

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