Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

though gentleness is not truly in his nature, there is an affinity for knowledge. to learn. and though they are not the same, they coincide when he needs them to, curbing the worst of his heathen tendencies. perhaps, it holds merit in the scars upon his face made in the name of the allfather. he, who sacrificed his eye for the pursuit of knowledge. he, who hung himself from the tree of life for it. perhaps that was the path that siv had set him on so many moons ago when she conducted the ritual of marring his flesh in replica to his late grandfather.

she speaks that she gives words to her gods, too. peryite, he thinks. that is the name of her god. or one of them, anyway. and then comes another question. home. he recognizes the word if because, it too, is rather close to the old tongue's equivalent. heim and home sound similar, like they are rooted in the same base language. not —, no, that doesn't sound right. what was that other word she'd used? no home.