2/8/2025, 11:32 PM
You’ve heard of me? Well, someone had quite the ego it seemed. Steren huffed a short laugh.
Well, they seemed equally terrified and in awe when I asked of your namesake, so I suppose all good things of the war-like kind.She snarked back, feeling the tug of a smile on her exhausted face. Her limbs swung uselessly with his motions, but her tongue had never quite tired. Tyr went on to explain to her he was the king of a pack on the island, and wasn’t that what wolves were grouped into? Considering herself a moment, she quipped again in reply.
A king? Why, should I have bowed?She tucked one of her legs up, and nestled her chin further into Tyr’s neck ruff in an unmoving approximation of a courtly bow. Even doing the motion made her give a snicker, half hearted and loopy from cold. He may have given off warmth like a furnace, but the cold was biting.
I’m from Cymru. Near the Britains. I had a tower beside a lake, where I charted the stars.Steren missed her tower so ferociously it hurt, a throbbing ache that she felt so keenly in that moment a breath shuddered from her like she’d been struck.
It was peaceful. Just me, the grasses, the wildlife, occasional visitor.