Stone Circle clean the stables of king augeas

Faðir’s delivery is meant for the haunting-eyed oracle, but it passes through her chest, an arrow appropriately placed- and perhaps he’d known it to some degree. It’s a forced introspection of who she is willing to become. Bargaining with strange border men; one mess undone yet another raised.

Lies. Family. Help.

Her exhale is a flush of shame as Ingram relays her words. She glances Gunnar’s way, who knows the man’s a drifter from Riverclan and a deserter of his cousin there. Still, he considers there’s an opportunity. It brings to mind what he’s told her before, that mistakes are made by everyone. His is a sincere act of forgiveness. A leader by example. She swallows and she returns a look to Ingram