The Floodlands wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

thanks for the thread! i'll archive.

Ragna's breaths began to even out, adrenaline dissipating. Apparently the woman like the name, which Ragna had only given her for lack of any other moniker. Keep it, she agreed. You fought well. I will take your message. And, as quickly as they had met, Ragna turned back towards her forest home and began to lope easily across the floodlands. The loss did not smart, and all she had was a few nicks and bruises. Still she played over in her head, analyzing shrewdly and pinpointing where she had gone wrong.