Sun Mote Copse conflagration

Her gaze gleamed with great interest, and some fear, as she told of her dreams. Such things swiftly faded from her when Ragna spoke of her father, and the truth of him. At the very least it was a blessing to know it was not Ragnar whom Saga dreamed of; yet she was shaken still, because she had no idea who had taken over her thoughts and now led her on this wild chase. Her features scrunched in to a frown, and she sagged back on her heels with a soft, oh,  and yet, her own mother had pressured her to hunt down this face, so Saga was at a loss.