Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

It was more than enough to have him listen, for however long he had. She was certain that he would never see her again, because he didn't need her. But she held onto that small ember of hope that he may return. Such a sweet thing as he.

Inkeri smiled. If not it's okay. It is enough that someone needs me for a time.

Inkeri motioned that way. We are Kvarsheim, that way. Way. They speak Icelandic. Ice. I speak Norwegian. Norwegian. We are small, but friendly. You come and stay with us. you want to. To. I make sure you have a place. Place.

She smiled at him, softly. It is a no strings. Strings. Attached.