death has arrived

Her attempt at "finding herself" had potentially only left her with more questions than answers, but in the end the call of her brother drew her in like a moth to a flame all the same. There had been a feeling of needing to figure out who she was outside of the shadow of her crumbling family back when things were falling apart, but blood still ran strong between them and she couldn't deny that it was good to see Björn again as she approached. She glanced to the sky as she neared the crypt, the blazing sky from the new dawn feeling both inspiring and ominous at the same time. It was an interesting mix that the superstitious young woman was pondering as she settled a couple of feet away from her brother, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement and a smirk. Another girl had arrived before her, a tiny thing marked with a splash of purple. She didn't recognize her and she was certain that she could easily toss her off the mountain if need be, but the call was not for their family alone and she was sure there was bound to be some kind of worth she could bring to this thing her brother was trying to create.

"Rúna Trygg"