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The Northern Viking diverted her path to turn toward the smaller Callosum woman. And Sreda waited with a practiced patience, sitting at the precipice of the end of the world as she awaited the arrival of her friend. Sreda, much like Wardruna, did not fear for her own life. In fact, she was almost jealous of those that succumbed to the Plague-Sickness. She seemed somehow rather immune to it — or was she just numb to most things in general?
But she’d realized her purpose was far greater. She had skirted death many times in her life, and she was certain it would take her someday — but only when it was ready. Until that time, she would continue her studies.
Wardruna regaled the sufferances of Northfall. Admittedly, Sreda knew very little of the politics of the North — she only kept up through the whispers of her Mama, and through the rumors of her Bloodbreather Brother, Alder. But she would be remiss if she hadn’t heard about the King’s death. Wardruna’s father. Sreda would flick her ears forward, expression no softer, but her brows tilting downward.
I didn’t make it to Ragnar’s festival,she offered in way of an apology.
I am sure the battles were brilliant and bloody, and that honor was brought to your father’s name.Sreda would fully turn herself toward Wardruna, curtly dipping her head.
Elysium has been driven from the lake,she would continue solemnly, thinking of the trauma of her Mama. Valeska was stubborn, annoyingly so. It was a quality Sreda both admired and hated. But even this had shaken the silver woman’s resolve.
We’ve dispersed, most of us in the Southern Alpines now, with Dimitri .
She paused.
There have been losses,she continued, remembering those who had stayed too long. There was an unusual softness in her voice, a tone she saved only for revering the memory of those that have passed.
But we will return once this Plague ends.She was resolute in that. Her tail lashed once behind her.
Is Northfall touched by this dispair? Or is it internal instability that plagues you?It was a forward question from a curious woman. She would tilt her head, blinking toward Wardruna.






