The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Styrmir frowns at the retreating backs of his siblings, tension radiating from his body, but his newfound purpose stays his hand. i’ll keep them safe, the voice had promised, and he had to trust her to hold up her end. he’d done as she asked, after all - the skin of this morning’s kill had been offered according to her specifications. swallowing around the lump in his throat, he picks his way through the crowd and tries to project some semblance of having a good time. it probably just makes him look queasy.