Close Strangers

Night had fallen and Harbringr was grateful for the drop in temperature. A full moon hung in the sky, casting its light down on the earth below and acting as a perfect light for yet another project he was working on. A map. Harbringr unrolled a sheet of deer skin parchment he'd been working on. They'd made a few different inks but the easiest to make and use for now was a violet ink made from mashed berries. He felt it would be a good ink for a practice run. His goal was to eventually make a map of the territories he'd visit in the west.

Though for now he was just taken by the night. There was a gentle, cool breeze coming up from the south that cut through the lingering heat as the earth cooled as if it were exhaling from the sweltering heat of the day.