Gyrfalcon's Keep I've been quiet for too long

Atka's gaze returned to the ocean, remaining quiet as she thought.

❝I still need to speak to Asvoria. I mean, you know well enough that I can tend to ill and injured.❞ She paused, moving from Dreven's chest to look at him.

❝Maybe I can pursue that further here.❞

There was much to learn from the priestess, and Snow wasn't displeased by that. This pack had come all this way to honor these gods, would this mean they were true? Regardless, she would tied here by tradition, by family; Atka could feel it. The keep could be home, Hljóðrfell could be home.

❝I have an idea of what you'd take... I think? Oh, I don't know just tell me.❞ She spoke slow, then fast, eventually giving into another laugh.

Though she was laughing, she couldn't ignore the complex feelings within her. So much was to happen, but perhaps it was everything she had wanted?