Seidrúnar

Verdandi

"What would you call this thing?" Verdandi asked her traveling companion and long time friend. This was like the fifth room she'd entered since they climbed aboard the strange contraption. It seemed barren, as in they were likely the only two living creatures on this ship, and that was honestly both a good and bad thing. Good because they wouldn't have to fight anyone, bad because the girl was slowly fucking starving to death and there wasn't anything to eat. It was also extremely cold, which certainly wasn't putting the young woman in any better of a mood.

"Do you think it was made by Rán?" because that was just about the only thing the woman could think of that would put her in higher spirits. It didn't seem too far fetched a thought either, in her opinion. Frozen in place, forever mere feet from the sea shore. Wet, full of strange treasures. Maybe the goddess put this here as a gift for her followers to find.
”Speech” ’Thought’

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