Stavanger Bay lxxi. a creature in my bloodstream chews me up

it is a slow process, this building; but then again he is slower. he has done this several times before and hopes that absent the burning desire to build it right away that perhaps it stands a chance of lasting. or perhaps it wouldn't — he could not pretend to see the weaving tapestry of the norns or what they held in store for him in these last years of his life.

indeed, i do, kjalarr murmurs in softened agreement. to her mention of sending another to deliver news, kjalarr offers a sage nod of his head. i will be alert for it. the time will fly by, he knows; perhaps much sooner than he'd be ready for. nevertheless, he makes a mental note to inform dashiell and tove to be on the lookout as well, in case one of her messengers comes and he is out of territory.