Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"Um, no one else was really interested, I suppose.. I came from a place of nordic warriors." And true to the day they died, and the calls of sounds of their dying breathe and scattering, they were warriors to the end. None too many learned much besides hunting and fighting, for their minds were but to be skilled and protect the isle, it was all they cared for.

And by pure bliss, did the witch of the isle knew variety of herbs. Some, more harmful then others, but nonetheless joyful they knew that someone could heal them so. Sad to say, she was but a lunatic in the end, and they would sigh and curse the factor of any wounds to go toward her. No one wanted to learn from the sea-hag, and so in the end, thrusted into the only child she had, Grímnismál.

"I haven't met too many healers, that are.. Nice." The only one, was Erzulie, and the only one she knew, was her mother.