Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

at last eivor realized what it was in akavir's voice. sentiment. and wisdom of a past that had not been evident at all in her small glimpses of the woman. now she mulled back over what details had been gathered.

akavir would have come here and offered their jaws either way. eivor had joined for a battle of strength, not of wits nor women dredged from memory.

a slave? 

she was not annoyed, nor regretful. but growing in the drengr was the need to be gone from this place of gilded lies and unsaid things, back in the snow and the ice of a proper winter's day.