9/21/2025, 4:46 AM
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The warmth of the summer was fading, and the atmosphere would harshen as Sreda made her way northwest, traversing the familiar path toward Avon. This time, however, Sreda knew that her path would carve further, beyond the Ichor Fields ... as she would then press further North into the land of the Blood-Breathers. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she too would become a Viking too, much like her Red-Brother Alder.
Plus, if she needed to prove herself, she would be fine pushing his face into the dirt to do so.
But that was not for today.
Today was a day destined to let her family know of her intentions. Her Мать held so much worry lately that it was sickening, really. Мать worried far too much — it was bad for her aging complexion. As a result, Sreda did not wish to add more burden to poor, poor Мать's shoulders (at least not today).
Whoever chose to greet her today would be sufficient. It was a simple message she was here to deliver. She would, at least temporarily, be leaving the home that she'd had for the past three years. She would, at least temporarily, be chasing a Viking Queen into the North on a strange mission to both fortify their home and discover more about the Plague that was destroying the lands of Mythris.
Sreda slowed at the borders, crossing them with a polite and curt wuff as her tufted ears curled forward in search of any of her family.
