Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Solpallur was ever quiet, something that did not bother the man of contrasted coat color; it was one of the ways they had always been different, Stjornuati having some capacity to be spjallandi in the right company. There were times he preferred the opposite as well, though such moments could be as rare as Blár Máni — the nights when the moon hung blue in the star-dotted sky.

Ja, brother. Solpallur's silence would not be forcibly broken by him, instead focusing on the woman's inquiry. What draws us to these Wilds, As if that would clear things up. This one and Solpallur search long for hringja, for end to old life and beginning of new. For now, the two lived in limbo, pack life many moons behind them. What is Arlette's hringja?