Fox's Glade crystal rain

akavir came and eivor allowed herself a smile of welcome. it had not been a journey difficult; her figure was untested by the brief travel, half-hungering for that conflict offered by the pharaoh.

"all i do is for kvarsheim," eivor began with a voice which warmed the frigid underbelly of the ashen clouds. "to that end, i wonder if it would be of benefit to us both if a patrol alliance were struck here in the valley. eyes to watch over both you and us."

aware she was not a jarl and could not have final say, eivor nevertheless offered first word to the warrior before her. nord or dane he was not, and yet she saw the scars upon him. she knew akavir to be a man of diplomacy but not weakness.

he would be a more than valuable ally to the stone circle; he could be a mentor for the yearlings who found themselves at its helm. their culture eivor would preserve — a settlement saw pride in its first fortifications.