Blackfoot Forest Flykte

The pale runaway did not know how she would accept the healer’s offer, or if there would ever arise an opportunity to take her words and put them into action. Eventyr was surprised and appalled that she had shared such an easy conversation with one of them. So far from her homeland, she imagined that her faith was strained and tested. The pale raven’s wings turned her ears, but her moon silver eyes shone on Maiken for a moment longer.

I will not forget you, or your words, dark healer. One day we may meet again.

There would be time to determine friend and foe later.

Eventyr bowed her head curtly and turned from their conversing point. Her long legs set off at a trot. The pale bird could follow if it wished. She would believe that it was a sign from Kvit – a sign that she was doing the right thing.