2/8/2025, 11:57 PM
She huffed at the name drifting from his tongue. Oh yes, she knew what the Britishmen called her home, and she’d never been one to capitulate to it.
Aye, I am well aware of what they’ve called it. In my heart, it is Cymru, and it will be forever.The brough slipped from her tongue without meaning, and she cringed mildly. But Tyr was of the Norsemen, wasn’t he? He’d probably understand. She adjusted her weight just in time for his offer to hit her ears, and she took a shaky inhale.
Really? Oh, I’ve been trying to map them but I could not find anywhere clear besides the beach! And the sea winds were cold, and nothing ever really comes out there, so..well. The ice seemed a good way to catch the stars, or find somewhere with high elevation.Which is what had appealed to her about the distant island, the jut of a mountain distant but intriguing. Steren was a scholar at heart, not an orator, and she had avoided every wolf smell she could catch on the breeze. Which, unfortunately, meant no mountains for her, as they all seemed to be claimed in the area around the beach. She’d never ventured further out of fear.