Bearclaw Valley Jakt

Anja her sister, her life blood, the one she was bound too, the one she loved. Obsessively, kindly, mostly. Anja heard the spirits she followed the old ways, she had fought and fought to change the tide, but finally their family had said no more. No more.

Inkeri frowned, trying to think of what to say and how to answer. She was blessed yes, by Kvit yes. Though she wasn't certain. Spirits did not talk to her.

Anja is blessed by Kvit yes. She speaks to spirits.

Her next question drew a twisted smile from Inkeri as she thought about her answer. What family? They did not like us, only raised us because our mother was high. Hated us, ousted us. Treated us less then vermin. Then Anja was blessed and they were fine with us, changed their voices. Then ousted us again.