Barrow Fields The interesting thing

“Nei,” he said brusquely. He hadn’t missed her—that was a genuine remark.

Truth be told, he hadn’t thought much of his family beyond Stjornuati since they had departed the north. They may as well have all existed in another life, one that he had left behind to follow the call of another. A part of not only himself that had been burned away, but his brother too.

“Why did you follow us?” he asked of her then, their northern tongue rolling sharp off his teeth. It seemed so unusual after all this time to find her among them, perhaps even stranger to him that they had been found. Her discovery of them had to have been recent; they would have noticed her trailing them long before now.