...And my axe!
Jackal
10-12-2023, 11:31 PM
What he told her was not the same, really. Not the same at all. But Bylgja nodded, nonetheless, because while it was not the same, she understood. This was a moment of connection. Her thoughts -- including a frustration that a mother would do such a thing -- simmered in her chest. She did not voice it. Not yet. Not now. There would be time, later, to speak these things. Now, they spoke of better things. After a short pause, Bylgja licked her teeth and said: "We have both done well to survive." It comes out solemn. A hymn, or prayer, almost. "And we survive longer, too." Yes. She would free this boy, and he would learn. Strai puzzled over the drawing. She watched him, and did not speak, for it was much to consider. "I did not mean to leave." The admission is said plainly, as much as everything else she's said so far. "We were at sea. A storm came. I was thrown over-- and I woke on the shores of Auster." Auster. So far down below. And she had come here, walking through lands not her own, to find the mountain, and the steppe.
"I am here, now. Is much less... eh... monsters. At least so far." She couldn't write them off, of course. Who knew what lurked here? |
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