Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

She hesitated at the mention of guidance and a higher power. An agnostic, Ragna had already settled that there were mysteries that she would never understand, at least not while she lived. Still, she followed, curious about this woman and desperate to belong somewhere. I am Ragna, Shieldmaiden and Son of Ragnar, she said as she walked in stride with the red woman, eager to impress. My mother and father once ruled as king and queen of Stavanger Bay. I-it's to the north from here. Then, politely, she asked the same of the red woman. And what of you?