Sunset Valley Tspēsh

Her ears had melted into her nape as she listened to the woman in white. She was not the first mother to plead, nor would she be the last. Aspa knew well what was required to earn the gods’ favor—or at least to catch their gaze upon the children of the bear and the huntress.

Jeg beder om intet. Men guderne vil kræve… Det virkelige spørgsmål er, hvad er du villig til at miste?

She turned sharply, her eyes sweeping the surroundings, searching for what she would need.

... Er det virkelig, hvad du ønsker for alle dine små? No question from the gods was ever without consequence. Aspa knew that the path she was about to tread was fraught with peril, one that would surely awaken the fury of the Bjrørnmanden. But, as she had said, she was nothing more than a servant—both to them and to the gods.

Hvis du er parat til at give afkald på noget dyrebart… noget så kær, at du endnu ikke kan fatte dets værdi… så kan jeg hjælpe dig. she murmured. Bring mig fire unge dyr—harer, mår, det er ligegyldigt. Fire, det er det, der behøves.

She was already moving, her steps light and certain as she made her way toward her hut.

Jeg vil vente. Der er meget at forberede. She had not given her the chance to dwell on it any further. Ayovi seemed resolute in offering her children this blessing, and Aspa had made up her mind to be the intermediary between her and the gods.

what gods win, what you lose... ~>