Nova Peak keep the rage tender

As the other continues the approach with no viable invite, Thuringwethil does not take her eyes off him. The pattern and coat color don’t stand out to her anymore than another but his features begin to focus and come to light. At first, a name is fleeting, and she assumes it has been a long time but he has a youthfulness that makes her wonder. But as he slows to a stop, close enough to better view him, she’s certain there is something about him. She doesn’t speak up for if she recognizes someone, then they would recognize her—she is not one to forget—and when he speaks her title, he confirms it.

His voice is hoarse and offers no more familiarity, it’s hard to deny it is one of Gyda’s children. It has been been a full sweep of a year since she has seen him and he isn’t even one she’s allowed her thoughts to visit. Usually the disappointment of Freyja comes around but the quiet boy was often overlooked.

”Sha,” she answers a beat later without giving up recognition.