Swiftcurrent Creek I long to be loyal

Like Jace, Bazi was still young, her own code far from fully formed - but certain trends were already starting to make themselves apparent in the way she thought and behaved. She did not share Jace's open-mindedness on the subject of religion. Her growing intolerance floated like a solid mass in a pool of ever-changing opinions. She played with Bones, believed Haunter and Yerpso when they told her tall tales, and struggled to cope with the nuances of Fox's commands - young things, innocent things. But mention of Odinn and Valhalla filled her with fear, and fear that has nowhere to go turns into hate. "He should have killed it without defiling it like that," she snapped at thin air, and said no more on the matter.

They walked a moment longer, and Bazi grew softer with each steps. When it finally occurred to her that she had not asked Jace about his lunch preferences, she was hugely apologetic. "Oh! I didn't ask! Do you even like fish? We can hunt something else - if you'd rather. I'm best at fish, though." Better than Njal, once, but the Creek Gamma had been both distracted and injured that day.