Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

There’s something that gives pull when Magpie speaks and her dark steel colored eyes do not move from her face, watching as her expression changes as she lists what she would benefit from. Her spine runs cold and she blinks once, slowly, and focuses on the length of the woman’s snout as she considers what good could come of the things she knew. Her advisor in Seageda could read the stars and ocean and how they worked together and had been by her side for the majority of her reign. 

“My beta is my advisor; Gyda has her own,” she begins. Magpie wanted more than just the safety and protection of the heda and if her skills proved to be true, Thuringwethil didn’t mind the back and forth banter of negotiations. “If you are as useful to me as you say you are, I can see what I can do.”