Duck Lake I want to see you smile but know that means I'll have to leave

bjarna:

she healed the boy from the creek.

she kept the company of sól in her den.

she mingled among the two new men who had come to them as well. bjarna did not know peace anymore. had she ever? maybe. maybe a time before she stood nearly at the helm of kvarsheim.

yet now she was constantly engaged with something.

this was a medicine run and nothing more. she wished to see what grew along a lake (in winter, hah!) that would not grow along a creek. things not exactly native to kvarsheim. yet it was a golden figure along the lake that caught her attention.

suddenly her heart resided in her throat even if her gaze remained that tired sort of state — a state that she never seemed to leave these days.

systir?