It may have been a daunting prospect for some. More prideful would turn their nose up at it. More shy would have run at the first hint of an offer such as that. But for Steren, who belonged to nowhere but a high tower and the stars, grabbed it with both of her hands. Tyr knew about her transformation, had believed her, had known the soil she had grown up in, and the air she had loved so much. Even if Cymru was distant to her now, cut from her by flame, she would forever remember its lands. And with Tyr, perhaps she’d have someone to reminisce with.
Aye.Came her answer. It was just as easy as the snow had made falling asleep feel, but far more alive. Like lightning striking against her body. Besides, where else could she go.
I’ll map them faithfully. And maybe, while I’m laid up, I can teach you some Cymric, eh?Another piece of her home, gifted to another, to many if she could manage it. The world was open, while she was recouping her life, and she looked forward to taking it in stride as best she could.