King Elk Forest ᚷRIÐUNGAR

the oathkeeper has little interest in what the man before her says now. it is not for lack of belief, but he does not answer the one question he asks. he is garrulous, wastes time. in the grand scheme, feeling means nothing—feeling cannot back what he so claims, and the longer he circles, the less inclined she feels to linger.

haelwyn's path cuts into his, halting in her certainty. her expression tightens, pale eyes narrowing. "sýndu mér."

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sorry this is really short i need to get back into the groove