Barrow Fields The interesting thing

He held her tightly in his gaze to search her own, but he found nothing in the quicksilver there. It could have been a lie and he thought it so, but without proof there was ought he could do. The nature of the hringja was a strange thing, all their fates bound together in some form or fashion that he did not entirely understand.

“The earth leads fools off cliffs too,” he said then, an ugly laugh leaving him. It was short, the nature of it clipped as he could not hold mirth for long. Like water through a sieve, he would simply have to wait and see. Stjornuati believed all of this was the work of the hringja, but Solpallur was not quite the seer that their brother was.

He turned away then to leave, suddenly bored of the conversation.

The suneater wanted to brood.