Sun Mote Copse conflagration

She did not think for a single moment that her mother had lied to her, nor that any of her kin had betrayed her when they cultivated and supported her visions. Visions? She thought suddenly - when had they become such a thing? Just dreams, that's all. But still, those she told had always commended her, and helped her to understand. To think that the golden-eyed stranger was not Ragnar at all was unsettling, but it was not the end.

And Ragna pointed out another — a coastal man, she said, which held the golden eyes and could've been the symbol Saga was after. This lifted her spirits some, although the girl was a bit sour still, and was resistant in believing in this new route so quickly. But she was thankful, and let a small smile dominate her features. Szymon. A strange name, but... If he matches the description, perhaps I should head for the coast? Oh, but should she leave? Could she? Having found some long lost relative, and a place to rest and recouperate.

Thank you, Ragna. I am blessed to have found you - perhaps I was led to you on purpose. Yes, perhaps it was by the will of the gods, or by Ragnar himself, trying to reunite the many branches of the family he had birthed. She wanted to stay and to learn, but the call of the mission would always win out. I.. I suppose I should go, then. Find this man, speak with him. But I will return one day. I must! Please, you will meet with me again and tell me of our family?