Whitefish River but I stay outside his reach

the chieftain huffed. this girl had a charm that made him sick. he wished to be with callyope instead, against her plush body where she'd pile kisses upon him until he was laid to rest.

sólhárr. he said simply, finding her tone too seductive for a woman who truly knew how to fight. he doubted her, certainly, and she kept crawling back. he knew better than to pick up strays, but the gods willed him.

come.