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Was she being a fool? She did not think so. Walking with giants, with these wild things that came before, was something her family had always waxed poetic about! Now she was doing it! The Wyrd had brought her here. Edith was elated as the man, calling himself Hex, led her further. She would not let her logic be overtaken by childish notions but it grew harder with each step.

What kind of life did they lead without handlers? They were people that knew nothing of the hard world of civilization. They followed the natural paths, they sought their own fortunes, and needed nothing but Wotan! Now her mind began to spin with anecdotes and children's rhymes. Her grandmother's voice meshed with aunts and uncles.

Behind them all, mother and father's wish for her to smarten up, to focus, now. These tethered her enough to keep her composure. Would it be the worst thing to display excitement? No. But it would look badly upon her lineage, and that was something Edith could not abide.