2/8/2025, 11:15 PM
Tyr?Why did that sound so familiar? Had she read it before? Steren raked through the coals of her memory, inspecting and discarding pieces as they became of no use. Up until-.
Like the Northern men’s god of war?It finally clicked. Steren’s little hovel wasn’t important enough to be raided, their only church was a traveling priest who came through every month, but she had met a few of the men, who mostly sought the freshwater of the lake her tower sat by. She’d almost found them good company, if a bit edgy. But, well, she was believed to be a witch by the village, so perhaps that had made them a little nervy around her. Either way, they were miles better than the men of the village in terms of willingness to speak to her, and cleanliness to boot.
Either way, well met. I’m Steren. And I feel like I’ve been here a month, but those instincts haven’t done me much good.Because of the aforementioned rabbit mishap. But she rested her head between his shoulder blades and watched the snow fall.
You live on the island, then?That was the way they were pointing, it seemed.