Chimera Fields rannsókn

@Solharr

the journey into the heart of forneskja was quick. merciful for the smaller of the two men, as they strode side by side. the trees seemed to swallow the path whole, until they tapered out and revealed a clearing. it was vast, important. cicero had never been one to feel...intimidated, but to step foot onto lands so sacred to those around him, when he knew nothing of their faith...

it perturbed him. but alas, he would learn. a faithless man could always come to the light. he would learn their ways, their cultures, for now, they were his, too. he found himself staring up in awe at the sprawling home tree. he nearly stepped into the hearth, only to backtrack when sólhárr mentioned that only the women may enter. 

he could respect that. cicero took a seat, tilted his chin up in order to meet the man's gaze. "thank you, sólhárr. i will do right by forneskja, that i will promise." he'd never been a poet with words, less spilling his hearts content, but he hoped his gratefulness shone through regardless. 

now alone, he took a deep, steadying breath. his chance for redemption, his new home...if only palis and his mother could see him now. he'd make them proud, or so he hoped. 

end to the thread!