Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

The question caught her by surprise - had she been privy to information about Björn's past, she would have known that the word 'ritual' spoke to his deeply ingrained spirituality. Bazi's own beliefs was not so defined. She believed in family, loyalty, and the seasons - that winter was a necessary sacrifice for the bounty that followed. Salt, she thought to herself as she bathed, was a bit like winter, or the fire that she had seen one summer night when lightning had ignited the Cracklegrass Fields and turned them black. Something beautiful always rose from the ashes. That would be a nice thing to tell him.

Do you feel different? Why do you look sad?

"Clean. I feel clean. I came from up north - [i]far[i] up north, and to our medic the smell was unnatural. Now I only smell like salt, and I can start over." She licked the tip of her nose, and ventured a delicate smile. He seemed to be making a conscious effort to quell his suspicions - perhaps because they were out of claimed territory, or because he felt certain now that she was no spy or raider. "It's a rebirth, or a cleanse - a personal winter." It sounded so plausible that Bazi considered making the baths it a true practice. "And I would love a morsel, if you have one to hand. Do you fish - or catch water fowl?" She supposed Lecter's advice to eat clean, white meat went hand in hand with the cleansing effects of salt - and explained as much to Björn. "It goes hand in hand with the bath. Cleaner meat."