Greatwater Lake Synkverv

He seems baffled by her own bafflement. His reply makes sense, except for the part where he still doesn’t know her name or the first thing about her. He doesn’t know she is a Kvitravn. Even if she tells him, he won’t know the significance. Berserkir grapples with this realization.

She looks at the water again, notices a mallard paddling across the lake with a slew of ducklings forming a neat row behind her. Berserkir smiles at the fluffy little ducklings, always endeared by children, even if they’re not her own species.

Another realization strikes, this one a bullet to the gut. Here, her “dark mark” means nothing. Here, it’s just a peculiar marking. Here, it is not a life sentence against motherhood. Her eyes mist as she continues staring at the family of ducks.