Noctisardor Bypass Gundestrup

where: the northernmost corridor of the bypass (phoenixwood side)
setting: late midday / early evening
*song is Westerwaldlied.

heute wollen wir marschier'n
einen neuen marsch probier'n
? in dem schönen westerwald
ja da pfeift der wind so kalt!

the tempo of the song matched her strides, and march she did from blazing forest south towards the hills. it was not what she wished to be doing. brunhild should have been home in rotlend preparing her daughter for the visit as ordained, instead she was here, and she had to make the most of it.

her ander was not so inclined to join in the song. he was moody, sour-faced, looking to her on occasion the way brunhild's sons often did. a roll of the eyes when she did not look attentive. 

come, come! keep your spirits bright, we will find them in time. must i order that saggy look off your face? she called to him. her voice was steeped in mirth. it boomed louder than the song. the man sighed, and soon enough they were harmonizing. his own contribution a begrudging offer to keep the peace.

ohhh, du schöner westerwald-- brunhild pauses and looks expectantly to the guardsman.

eukalyptusbonbon, emeric adds sullenly, without the usual enthusiasm the song entails.

the woman is pleased. she continues and lets her voice carry across the terrain, no doubt alerting anything alive of their arrival.

uber deine höhen pfeift der wind so kalt
jedoch der kleinste sonnenschein
dringt tief ins herz hinein!