Barrow Fields Flowers in my Hair

It was the voice that roused him, but her scent soon followed as her stuck his nose out of the hollowed tree he'd lain in for the past few days. Fever had wracked his body unchecked, but as he woke on that misty morning, it seemed that the worst of it was over.

Pushing himself onto shaky legs, the bastard rose and went out to meet his half-sister, hardly daring to believe that it was her.

"Ishild?" he called out into the mist, guarded after his encounter with the androgynous liar.