Sun Mote Copse tophet

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ragna bucked in her grip, gritting out word — eshamun would have grinned had she been able. instead, she clung to the shieldmaiden until the lash of the other's muscles threw her off into the snow. the woman attempted to regain her footing as swiftly as possible, expecting that ragna would set upon her if she did not. yet her eyes danced with good humour and the clear beginnings of a playful challenge.[/tr][/td][/table]