Firefly Glen I have you strung,

Sweet you are. She said to the younger man with a small smile on her lips. I once was, Pride welling in her chest, Though I must build myself up once more, here. Her time once as völva coming to an ending. She would find a place here among these people doing the same trade if she could. 

We look for a scarlet round flower with black in its center. She directed as they moved. But enough about her, Where might your travels take you after this, Cinar?