Fox's Glade crystal rain

as he sat, so did eivor. akavir spoke in a practical fashion and did not shy from logistics, nor the promise of more war, revealed now.

booming thunder carried off the first chuckle erupting in her throat. "i am made for it, akavir," the drengr declared, flexing a strong forearm before his golden eyes. "i was almost disappointed that sven and ujurak did not simply send me to the desert."

her grey eyes seemed to search the horizon and the mountains which guarded their valley. "how far are these places?" she was not the one to commit fighter nor healer, but the notion of being among warriors once more pleased eivor's mind.