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The Blood-Breathers were distinctive creatures, driven in such a way that was unique in this mortal realm. They were bound by duty, by honor, and by loyalty, but that wasn't necessarily the unique part. Wardruna was more than a Viking. She danced beneath the full light of the moon, drenched in blood and bound by voodoo (Sreda would be wrought to forget that night). She, too, praised gods that no one else understood.
Perhaps Sreda shared in some of the morals of the Northern folk; perhaps she understood some of their traditions by proximity. But Sreda ... well, she was still Sreda.
Selfish and narcissistic and wanting in her own ways.
Elysium had the Five, and Northfall had the Gods. But where Elysium was lax, allowing souls to pass through the borders with ease, Northfall was wrought with rigidity and bound by blood. It was a fascinating topic, really. So many similarities ... and yet ...
Sreda's eyes would flash at the mention of Alder and his wandering desires. She could almost feel the way her gaze would roll, mirroring her shoulders as she alleviated the tension she carried there.
Alder owes Northfall a great deal. If you call on him, he would come,Sreda assured. The you was only lightly accentuated, for she had a feeling that Alder trusted Wardruna. That he had trusted Ragnar.
She knew not of their new king.
She knew not of their political strife.
Forget the rest.It was simple.
After a few moments more, Wardruna would fully open the door to yet another Callosum. Sreda's tufted ears would flick forward, her amethyst gaze sparkling with an unreadable haze. "Stay with Northfall until this is all behind us." Sreda wondered briefly to herself, what this was. This: the plague? This: the political strife? This: the heat of their companionship, culminating into such a strange, powerful moment?
Sreda felt the pit of her chest tighten, but her gaze did not budge ... looking only into those olive optics that mirrored her in intensity.
Very well,the witch would concede easily, a strange willingness softening her tone ever-so-slightly.
I will meet with my Мать and sibling in Avon, lest they worry that I've sacrificed myself to the Plague.She would pause, lifting a brow in bemusement.
And then I will make my way to Northfall.Her words held weight and finality.
A promise.
Her gaze did not waver.
