A peek into Solulfur's life - into Solulfur's world. It had been wrong, and if it were anyone else, Aurelia would have chastised them for being a creep.
Her cheeks burned with barely-restrained shame.
Yes.
A hunt.
The feeling quickly dissipated when Solulfur spoke next, thoroughly diverting Aurelia's attention away from her own embarrassment when she realized what the woman was saying. This wasn't the outskirts of the Vale, or anywhere near it - according to her, this was somewhere else entirely.
Home. Solulfur's home.
It suited her. Hard stone and sharp edges, sheer cliffs and unforgiving terrain - this was where she had grown and cut her teeth, shaping the frá Norðri into the formidable force she was today. So consumed by this realization, Aurelia didn't even consider how she might return back to her own home.
I should love to see the rest of it,she said with absolute sincerity, stepping forward with a surprising lightness to her gait. Was it Solulfur's smile, or simply being allowed in?
I've never hunted a mountain goat to success, but I have chased them with intent. They're very nimble.
She had questions, so many questions - yet she didn't want to ruin the moment.
Aurelia grinned back, and she meant it.
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