Raven's Watch calm before the torrent comes

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It was no surprise to the star-eater that his other half had sensed their blood-brother; the two of them had always been in tune and whether that meant something preternatural or something deeper than that, there had never been any question. Such was the nature of their bond of souls, forged in the deepest, coldest reaches of the north. They were closer than blood, closer than lovers, understanding and complimenting one another in ways so intricate that to attempt to detangle them would only bind them tighter.

His eyes, too, traced the stars that his brother read, a calm taking hold of his soul, tranquility wrapping 'round him tightly as it had nont in days. Solpallur's presence was a boon upon his own, a fireside warmth extending to embrace the golden kissed wolf. Where his brother's certainty wavered, Stjornuati found his own strengthened, bolstered even in this gentle reverie granted up higH on their spire.

That word. Their.

He inhaled, the breath cold and sharp and heavy in his lungs, for it was not just air that filled him but pride.

Þau gera. His voice was firm, a surity filling him that had not quite been there before. Það verður eins og það hefur alltaf verið. Þeir sem eru ekki tryggir og sterkir munu ekki endast lengi. Back at the Keep, they'd have been driven out into the cold. Here, the only difference would be the climate, for even in the dead of winter, Stjornuati would not risk a disloyal wolf.

Speaking of disloyal... Ég er að tala við Valmúa. Hringdu eða ekki, ef hún reynir að svíkja okkur aftur munum við senda hana í burtu og skipa henni að snúa ekki aftur. Stjornuati did not relish in the idea, but the fire-clad girl had cast her loyalty aside for no more than a yearling that she had attempted to wrap around her finger. Ætlarðu að sjá um leikfangið hennar?