Duck Lake The sound won't carry

the sun did not need to be out for bjarna to burn.

her cheeks rose with a fevered temperature as the kelpie woman spoke to her. what was not so odd a word. nor was you.

bjarna actually found that for once none of these words seemed that odd or beyond her grasp.

and for once she wished they had been. that she could have pranced off as a confused icelandic child with no grasp of a common tongue — for most times she felt that way. instead she stood with a new understanding and a nearly gobsmacked look on her face.

ah, uh... her voice quivered just as her legs threatened to. this was not kvarsheim, she did not hold a strong claim here. see. look.

and her face burned hotter.