Ankyra Sound imma toss my hat in, floss when the track spin

val would have understood svalinn’s condition. it was not so long ago he felt a similar heartcleave, having been there at raleska’s burial himself.

he still remembered the contorted expression of her face as he and njord placed rocks down upon her.

he shifted as svalinn sat down, sensing exhaustion trickle from him like rivulets of water downhill. you have daughters? val tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, though he was genuinely interested to learn of relatives. what are their names, what are they like?