Fox's Glade crystal rain

"yes. call for me, akavir of the creek," eivor invited, a sunniness to her grey eyes, a dance to her mouth. "i will take your invitation to my leaders."

sensing the end of their discourse, the drengr dipped her head to the swiftcurrent man.

she did not hide the admiration for his figure before she turned; her people were unashamed of their appetites and maybe she had hungered since the hunt. warriors were many. among the stones they would build, but her silent craving was to be surrounded by them often, stained with blood, heart singing.

eivor was silent in her thoughts as she found the thin pathways back to kvarsheim.