Sleeping Dragon Syn

Maiken had not traveled with anyone, but herself. She had parted ways with her family weeks before. Tired of the constant abuse of her father, the constant yammering that she should have died. Never the less that she had learned to heal, to be useful, but she could also kill just as easily with the trade she knew. Though, she would never admit this to anyone. This was a secret she kept hidden, deep in her breast. A small ember of a rebellious knowledge.

She would continue to respect her God, Svart, but she was not one that would openly worship or turn people to their cause. From where she stood, such things had caused unrest too long. Two families divided by the differing colors.

Jormungandr. Strong name. Her father and brothers would like this one, he was what a child of Svartravn should be, not tiny, helpless Maiken. Dainty, petite runt.

Maiken's skin pricked under his gaze, though she saw no threat, just general observation. She could not help it though. As are you. But I wanted to ply my trade away from what I have always known, learn more in these lands.