Sun Mote Copse yellow ranger

Her breaths were wet and shaky, but they were calmer than she felt. As Eshamun spoke, Ragna let the words smooth over her. From the way Eshamun spoke of them the kurgarru were divine creatures. Ragna's brow furrowed. She did not feel very divine. But she liked the thought, and the story of it. For a moment she fantasized about wolves coming from far and wide to merely touch her. There was power in being so beloved, power that appealed to Ragna. That would certainly show Jorunn his mistake, tossing his own sister aside as he had.

Ragna took a deep, ragged breath, and then was calm. If it was her role to be both warrior and a bridge between worlds, then Ragna would. She was not yet divine, but she could be. I do not know if I am equal to such history yet, she said, pulling away to meet Eshamun's eyes. There was determination in the shieldmaiden's eyes, a fire that would not be quenched so soon. But I will be. With time she could accept the necessary sacrifice of this litter.