Freydis, too, examined the runes at the edge of the pool. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Like.. it was in the wrong order or like someone had intended a meaning by their placement that the woman didn't understand. How odd. "There's something not right about those runes." But what? And why couldn't she place it?
The pool called again, drawing her nearer, pulling her closer to it's shores. If her Gods weren't pulling the strings, then what was? Freydis thought that perhaps she didn't want to know. "Does it call you too?" Her mismatched gaze slid to Verdandi, awaiting an answer as the waters beckoned at the edge of her consciousness. ”Speech”’Thought’