Nova Peak [nd] while you damn the dead i'm trying to survive

The sea. It was beautiful.
The idea had pleased Aspa, but to her, it was nothing more than a lovely tale meant for children. A quiet laugh had stirred in her throat, trapped behind sharp teeth, yellowed by time and, no doubt, a life of misery.

I will do nothing more with, she confessed. It will protect the Blizzarddamen, Ayovi and her husband. She gave a small shrug. Or at least the scent will force the gods to seek! She let out a dry chuckle, then wrapped the fetish once more in the hare skin that served as her satchel.

Gods, they need a reason to watch for mortals. Pray and speak to them isn't enough. They don't care. Men and women are talking to them everyday, their ears bleed from listening! she said. They are cruel. Like your sea. They want us to show death, cruelty and chaos. She had seen men as broad as bisons, stronger than any of bears, crushed beneath the tide’s whims. Compared to that, her gods seemed almost merciful.