Song and sagas, pluck your strings of destiny
Tanelan and co
02-02-2024, 06:45 PM
Another summer come, but the land wasn't plunged into warmth. No these lands like his home were plunged into eternal rain. But it didn't scare the viking man. Flooding was kept down easily by keeping the streams free of obstructions. He had stepped out of the lands to honor his gods and had come back to find his hut raided, trashed by the looks of it. It had angered him but the man spoke to none. He had set himself back to working hard on his hut, and foraging the spices for his meats again. Beauregard had never really asked everything the male knew to do, so he kept to himself mainly. Today though he was outside stoking his fires. He had the fire in a overhang of his hut. A mud and clay stove made for smoking meats holding the fire. The smell of meats smoking filling the air around his hut. His hut was crude but it was his. He was enjoying the quiet of the stream here, the sound of falls to wake to every day. He could see the stream freezing and snow covering the ground here, and he looked forward to it. He lowered to his haunches. Age felt like it was catching up with him. But he knew he still had life yet in him. Plus he refused death. Death could only have him when it earned him. Walk, "talk", Think |
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