He seemed to understand. Strai had surely done something to become a Thrall, but that was besides the point. Their interaction had nothing to do with it. From what Bylgja could tell, he was a promising young lad with a future ahead of him, who just had to be let out of what he'd gotten himself into. Simple. "We will. There is nothing wrong with feeling-- nothing wrong with having things to hold on to." Perhaps the repetition would be unappreciated. Perhaps not. Bylgja wasn't sure. But she needed to say it. That was the thing. She needed to say it.
"Auster is--" She gestures, and it's not like she's gesturing anywhere in particular, because they're inside. "South." That was, to her, some degree of satisfying. "It was very warm." That much she did know, and it had certainly not been for her. No. Too damn warm. Too much... humidity down there. But the ocean had been pleasant, at least. "Down far enough... there is a-- passage between there and... here." Her paws stamped down on the earth. She didn't know the name of Boreas, but she hoped the point got across.
Strai spoke. Bylgja listened. He had listened to her; she could do him the same favor. "There are. Yes." Her ears flicked back. "It is sometimes easier to recognize them, it is true." The axe... it looked wonderful, so far, and she swept a claw through the dirt. When it was sharpened properly, it would be a beautiful killing tool.
"Bylgja"
