Northstar Vale now the memories are on the wall

phone post

 

the sandy colored woman huffed another sigh as she looked down into the little stream, her exhaustion was plane tsi see but it was a funny spark in her eyes that she knew could be the spark of depression. If she allowed it to take over she would surely be a mess and an annoyance to those around her. She had to get over this loss, had to forget about Constance and Vigdis.

Sound, rustling to be exact, caught her attention. Her nostrils flared as she turned her skull to see a pretty white woman with speckles of ebony long her frame. A chuffed came and she offered on in return, no reason to be rude. Golden eyes took in everything, the way this winter treated her, how she walked rather gracefully on three limbs. Her expression was friendly but cautious.

Hail.

Sindri smiled at the greeting as she said one of her own, "góðan daginn fallegur!" She dipped into her native tongue before correcting herself and speaking the common language. "Ah, sorry. I mean, good morning fallegur."