Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

She might have felt like a girl — but Sega continued to include her. No matter if Svana felt like she stood before a canyon now. The language barrier a great divide.

Yet the men were all forgotten when she spotted the woman.

Beautifully tall and storm cloaked. Confident in ways that Svana still aspired to be. If she had not been so awed, it would have been jealousy that made a home in her chest. Instead it was inspiration and admiration.

Seiðandi, She allowed herself to spill the compliment openly even if her voice was a soft whisper. No one would understand it, surely! The only thing that allowed her to be so confident in saying such.