Firefly Glen [PHE] snow raven

such was a hunt's thrill that its adrenaline was not easily forgotten. eivor had spent the morning chasing birds from the scatter of trees, bringing her firstkills to the kvarsheim camp before distributing the others.

she did seek diversion again, opting for more subtlety in the wake of what could have been embarrassment. her stride invited others to join, another song touching her lips.

she belonged to no one here, but she was drawn in by them all.

maybe if she was fast and quick she could find her place among them. some group of bodies to cling to for the colder months. it would do her well.

only she felt like she very much filled her outsider role. a giant who hid in the shadows of tall trees.

until someone’s song voice and long strides caught her attention.

too awkward to join in so simply, she only snorted. a basic sound of her arrival and willingness to be seen in full now.

a treemaiden made arrival from the welcoming darkness of low boughs.

no sound followed eivor's song, but she did not need it. taking up the bass of the other's thrummed greeting, she made a pitched musicality out of it.

wordless, following the end of that sound to the beginning of another.

she was not immediately shunned.

maybe it said something about her if she thought she would be. why would so many different places gather into one location and shun one stranger? she doubted everyone knew each person that walked here.

the woman continued her sounds and bracken only stared. maybe it was closer to gawking.

then she offered a low rumble. not musical in the slightest but she saw it as a way to continue to inject herself.

a round performed, a light patrol.

she altered her song three times as they walked, and at last glanced toward the other in amusement.

pausing for a draught of cold water, eivor regarded the other. "from where do you hail, stranger?" came question, unsure yet if the other spoke.

it was good.

the company and song warmed her, she attempted to join in where she could. yet she was content to leave much of the song up to the snow raven.

hail? her?

cheeks flushed for a moment. that place was very, very far and she imagined that to her it now fit its name. a lost forest. she did not think she could return even if she tried her hardest.

nomad. she said and found the word was more tasteful than any other title she could have given herself. you? so many here. an inkling of self-conscious thinking in her mind.

"i am eivor, from kvarsheim. there are many here gathered for a great hunt," she explained, her grey eyes openly admiring of the woman's muscular frame. "a warrior as well?" she asked.

a nomad's life appealed in part to a drengr, but eivor's hearth was most welcoming when it was constant, when she could raid far and return to a warm meal.