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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 12:50 pm
 (Lines by kaname423, Colors by Elyessi)
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 2:40 pm
Table of Contents / Rules / Contact Information
ToC
Staff Post
-Cert, Link to Official Uncert & Inventory
Table of Contents & Rules
Basic Info
History
RP Log
Art (Official and Non)
Growth Requirements
Rules
Do not post in this thread unless you are staff, myself, or invited first. By posting this I am agreeing to follow ToS and shop rules, so I would invite the reader to do the same.
Contact Information
I am always open for plotting/rps! That being said, some ways you can contact me are listed below;
PM
Discord: PaintedMoose *1121
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 2:44 pm
Yngvara
Race: Shifter / Ice
Gender: Female
Significant Other: N/A
Parents: Zyphire & Sylvirah
Siblings: Ziya, Revnudóttir & Silfurvængur
Children: None
Physical Description: Lithe and muscular, Yngvara took after her mother by having a curvy hourglass frame though it's hidden beneath her leather armor.
Personality: Arrogant - Stubborn - Observant
Yngvara's arrogant streak runs as tall as the mountains themselves. As one of two children born into the Ild'vann after years of hardship she's been 'spoiled' to the point where almost everything she does she assumes she's the best at. She doesn't take criticism well and will stub up if called out on it.
Since she takes on tasks without question no matter the trouble she's gotten used to rolling with the punches. Nothing can keep Yngvara down for long and even though she may stew on things for a while she's been taught to keep moving no matter the cost.
She isn't one for speaking and would much rather silently watch a scene than be an active player. Yngvara's always believed that if she was quiet then the adults would let her hang around longer, but when she does speak it's always in a frank manner. Honesty means that others will want her around more and lies generally make others distrustful of anything you say. Since she wants to be the best version of herself she doesn't have time with that kind of talk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 2:46 pm
RP Log
Youngling
[WE] Summer Festivals - Ziya
[Zena] Naturals - Fam
[Zena] Uncle's Favorite - Ergon
Prentice
[Zena] Price of a Key - Amon
[Zena] Date Night - Honi
[Zena] Family Bonds - Ergon
[WE] Treasure Hunter - Iriyana
S2
[Zena] Flight Lessons - Fam
[Zena] Not So Secret Secrets - Fam
[Zena] Time to Chill - Ergon
[Zena] New Year, New Me - Fam
[Zena] Disting - Fam
[Jauhar] Ancestors - Fam
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 2:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2021 3:13 pm
Extended Family
Sylvirah's side
Torval - Great-grandfather (NPC)
Yngvara - Great-grandmother (NPC / Deceased)
Lakiza - Grandmother (NPC / Deceased)
Grashni - Grandfather (NPC)
Snowelle - Married to Grashni and Mother to Kaygon / Ergon (NPC)
Kaygon - Uncle (NPC / Deceased)
Ergon - Uncle
Iriyana - Aunt (Married to Ergon)
Reaghan - Son of Iriyana and Ergon
Eirex - Son of Iriyana and Ergon
Zyphire's side
Tanyil - Grandfather (NPC / Deceased )
Kylina - Grandmother (NPC / Deceased)
Talisia - Cousin
Eresin - Married to Talisia
Katori - Daughter of Talisia and Eresin
Taaru - Son of Talisia and Eresin
Kian - Cousin
Rhonann - Wife of Kian
Azreal - Son of Kian and Rhonann
Kuno - Son of Kian and Rhonann
Branna - Son of Kian and Rhonann
Teagan - Daughter of Kian and Rhonann
Dris'rynne - Cousin
Teslaron - Married to Dris'rynne
Talori - Daughter of Teslaron and Step-daughter to Dris'rynne
Adenah - Daughter of Dris'rynne
Annatha - Daughter of Dris'rynne
Mahikel - Son of Dris'rynne and Teslaron
Ezrah - Son of Dris'rynne and Teslaron
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2021 7:23 am
Prentice Growth Form Character Name: Yngvara
Class Promotion: Archer (Ranger)
Current Location: Zena
Journal: x
Growth Point Links:
[5] Price of a Key - Amon
[5] Date Night - Honi
[5] Family Bonds - Ergon
[5] Treasure Hunter - Iriyana
Class Affinity/Choice Solo: 5
Growth Blurb: Yngvara is coming into her own as part of the Ild'vann! Unlike generations before her, she's also learning how to mingle with bigger civilizations through exposure with her Father and extended family. Now that she's made an agreement with Amon, she'll also be traveling south for the first time in her life as a body guard and is sure to get into a fair amount of mischief.
Physical Description: Same general hairstyle, just hip length now. I'd like to change up her headband to something like this in silver.
General color pallete should be blacks/greys, or darker browns that borderline black with the blue-green of her top as an accent color. Any fur should be greys/blacks as well. Going for a night ranger vibe.
Outfit inspos; 1, 2, 3, 4
Body Type: Curvy hourglass
Preferred Artists: Kana [Full/collab], Scar [Full/collab]
WIPs: Sure
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2021 7:25 am
Youngling Solo 1
When great-grandpa Torvil talked about visiting their ancestral lands Yngvara had been all for it. Her mother had been hesitant, though; after all, she and Ziya were still young. As far as she was concerned, they had been born in ‘the South’ even though Yngvara had scarcely known a day where the wind didn’t bite her cheeks. Sylvirah talked about visiting the Mountain when they were old enough to handle themselves, but Yngvara knew she would be okay. She had the grit of her parents imbedded into her very bones and the blood of the people to keep her warm. If her grandfather thought it was safe then surely it was!
Still, the trip never came. Eventually the seasons started to pass and days became years. By her twelfth birthday Yngvara was ready to see the Mountain. She’d heard so many stories of what it was like to be a rider chasing down great herds, but her mother assured her that for all her grandfather’s wild stories there were just as many nightmares. The Mountain simply wasn’t a place of fantasy; it was a harsh, cruel world and if she wanted to see it one day then so be it but not until she was old enough to fight back. If she went now she likely wouldn’t return and that wasn’t a risk Sylvirah was ready to take.
Yngvara grew bitter about it. Just because her mother wasn’t ready for it didn’t mean she wasn’t! Her father traveled as much as he liked and even though Yngvara was encouraged to hunt she wasn’t allowed to go the one place that was nearly sacred to her own people! The Ild’vann made a yearly pilgrimage just before the winter snows to their old village to pray for the souls of the lost, and every time she was barred from going. Yngvara worked hard all year to be accepted, but every time she was pushed back. As a child she’d been encouraged to stay with Zyphire’s family while her parents made the journey without them, but this year, oh this year, Ziya had been invited to come along! How was he old enough to go but not her?! She’d been furious over it. Of course, he was older but that didn’t make him anymore adept at surviving the Mountain than her! She was just as fast, just as strong, and in her eyes, a better hunter! They did EVERYTHING together and this felt…as much of a betrayal by HIM as it was a dismissal by her family.
So, it was a great surprise when instead of being guided to Zyphire’s cousin’s home that she was instead being taken to her grandfather’s hut. It was a smaller building, far less grand than anyone else’s in the village. When he’d explained it in the past Torvil simply said it was “as close to my old house as I can make it” and that alone seemed to make it more comforting. Apparently age was starting to creep up on Torvil. He’d been a young man when he had his daughter, and young enough to raise his granddaughter, but now the harsh reality of his life was hitting him. He walked with a crouch that hadn’t been there before, and though he was still happy enough to play with his great-grandchildren he wasn’t nearly fast enough to keep up with a hunt. So, instead of ascending the mountain, he’d agreed to stay behind with Yngvara.
“Kom og sett deg ved bålet.” He smiled and patted an empty seat beside him.
“Come sit by the….flame?” Yngvara furrowed her brow, but did as he asked. She curled up on the fur lined seat, tucking her legs underneath herself and reaching for a well worn blanket to throw atop her lap.
“Fire. You’re getting better. Go on, ask me something.”
Speaking in the Ild’vann’s mother language was hard. It was primarily used in the village itself, but ever since coming down off the Mountain they had been using it less and less. With the influences of outsiders it was just easier to adjust to a common language, but Torvil was adamant that the children learn it. So, Yngvara was trying…even if she wasn’t very good at it.
“Hvor…. gammel er du?”
“How old am I?” Torvil had a habit of repeating their questions back to them in the common tongue just to make sure they asked what they really intended to ask. Once Yngvara had asked for a mammu’s butt instead of seconds at dinner and her mother had nearly choked on a potato. “Ancient. Old enough to remember other tribes living on the Mountain with us.”
“There were others?”
“Of course! When the meat was plentiful there were dozens of tribes scattered across the snow. There was a tribe in the valley, near the cliffs, at the base….but none would dare cross Ild’vann territory. They feared us as much as they respected us.”
“Ingen kjenner oss nå”. No one knows us now. Yngvara groused. As spectacular as her history was it was just that; history. If she went into Zidel with her parents then she was just as normal girl, from any Zenan family with little more to show for it. When she spoke in the mother language to ‘impress’ other kids they just laughed at her and said she was weird for not knowing how to talk the right way.
“Hvorfor skal de kjenne oss når du gjør det?” Why should they have to know us when you do? Torvil smiled and reached out to place his hand upon her shoulder. “Vi lever fordi vi har forandret oss. Vi er sterkere nå på grunn av det.” We live because we changed. We are stronger now because of that.
“We are…blonder now because of that?”
Torvil laughed. “STRONGER, little one, we are stronger.”
She spent the night in front of the fire listening to Torvil’s tales of grandeur and strength. In so many ways it wasn’t any different than what she’d grown up hearing. And yet, he’d dipped into a harsher way of story telling that left her speechless. He started speaking of winters that would creep into huts and steal the breath of infants before they’d taken their first suckle. Gone were the sweetened tales that kept her happy as a child, and now that she was ‘growing up’ were the realities of her people. She’d wanted this; Yngvara had desperately wanted to be treated like a grown up, but now she was starting to regret it. If it was really so bad on the Mountain then how could they talk like that? Like it was something big and beautiful?
Her mother had painted her childhood like something out of a fairytale, but after hearing from Farfar Torvil about the weeks she would go to sleep without anything in her belly Yngvara couldn’t imagine it. She didn’t want to think about how hard it must be on her to go back to that place, year after year, and remember. What if they were hungry now? What if Ziya was cold and hungry, or what if he was eating while her parents didn’t have enough for themselves?
“We need to go get them! We need to bring them home!” Yngvara was near tears just thinking about it all! The thought of her family suffering like that when there was enough food here to feed them was making the preteen all the more anxious.
“No no, they need this. Your brother needs to see where he came from and your parents need to heal.” When Torvil held his arms out Yngvara got up out of her chair and cuddled up onto his lap, bringing her blanket along with her. “He’ll be better for it just like you will be when your time comes. So often I see lowlanders squabble over the smallest of things, but being here…You’ll learn what matters most.”
Like…how she would always push herself to be better than Ziya at games or hunting. She wanted to push his face in the mud some days, but now…now she just wanted him to come home safe. Yngvara wanted her papa to pick her up, to give her kisses and for mama to braid her hair. So long as they were close she would try her best not to fuss so much. It was just…really scary to think about them going back there and hoping they would come back.
Every day after Yngvara would go about her chores with a prayer in her heart. A prayer to the Mountain, to the spirits and the winds to make their trip a safe one. Occasionally she would look up to the North and pretend that she could see them on the horizon when in fact she couldn’t see them at all. The day she actually could see their group Yngvara would rush to them with tears in her eyes and a determination not to let her brother out of her sight! So many nights after ward she wouldn’t be able to sleep apart from him, no matter the protests.
[1518]
[5]
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2021 2:44 pm
Youngling Solo 2
It wasn’t often that Yngvara ventured to the Sanctuary with her father, but she’d made the trip enough times to know the way. This winter season she and her brother would be spending time with him instead of their mother simply because of the warnings passing by Elder Isvind. According to the readings she’d seen in the bones this winter would be the worst of their young lives and Sylvirah wasn’t taking chances. So far the weather had been favorable, but the north was unpredictable. In an instant a clear sky could glaze over and the land would be consumed in ice. Sylvirah herself had opted to stay behind; someone had to be there to guard the village. Yngvara assumed it was an excuse so she wouldn’t have to go any further south than she already had, but she hadn’t pressed it. Leaving her mother behind was hard enough as it was even if the chance to spend time with her father was there before her. Yngvara loved him dearly she just…wished she could spend the whole year with both instead of just one.
Sauti was certainly more colorful than Zena. She’d forgotten the purples and mossy greens that consumed the expansive landscape. The air looked almost golden with a glint that seemed corporal until you tried to touch it. While they weren’t nearly far enough into the country to see the harsh realities in full force it was still different enough that Yngvara felt off. If she kept a little closer to Zyphire he didn’t let on, and if she kept an extra eye on her brother he didn’t seem to notice. It wasn’t until they reached the Sanctuary itself that Yngvara even started to calm down. The act itself wasn’t terribly hard; after all, who could stay anxious with cousins to play with? Sure, there were chores, but it was fun with games to follow!
Since she was used to taking care of the animals back home taking care of the ones here wasn’t an issue at all. Yngvara lugged the buckets of feed around just as heartily as any of the bigger kids with twice the determination! She worked hard to make sure all of the creatures in her care had everything they needed and for all the ones that would allow it she gave them their fair share of cuddles. A sailscale or two with torn winds allowed chin scratches, some capramel let her smooth special ointments on patches of missing fur and then –
-she came.
A huntsman near Dernd brought down a sermal that had been giving the settlement issues. The beast had been massive; the biggest one the area had seen in years. The scariest part? She’d clearly been nursing. So, everyone that could had set out in search of her litter and found them tucked away in a little cave. Three little ones had been curled up, trying their best to stay warm in the chilling winds, but two had already perished. Apparently after seeing the little ones the hunter didn’t have the heart to kill the last and had brought it to the Sanctuary.
The children had been allowed to look but not to touch. She was little, but still dangerous. Yngvara didn’t have it in her to care. She’d heard stories of sermals before, who hadn’t?, but they had always been these terrifying creatures that would sooner rend a man’s flesh from his face than cuddle. Seeing this little ball of midnight fur wrapped in a fuzzy, wool blanket didn’t settle the same way for her.
Over the next couple of weeks Yngvara would become obsessed with the sermal cub. She checked in as often as her family would allow and while she never vocally asked she would just show up or tug on her father’s clothing until he gave in. At first she’d been so small that the worry had been if she would even survive the night, but now that the sermal was growing there was a concern as to what to do with her. She was still small enough that if she was released she very well might not survive, especially with the changing weather, but if she stayed around much longer she would grow accustomed to earthlings.
With Yngvara being her self-appointed ‘caretaker’, the decision seemed to make itself. The cub wanted little to do with anyone else and only seemed to relax enough around Yngvara to eat. She played with the child, but seemed to learn boundaries fairly quickly and Yngvara even managed to teach her behaviors. She was much more independent than the raptrix of the Ild’vann, though. Smarter it seemed, but stubborn and prissy. Ill tempered, even, to the point that the few times Yngvara had ever yelled had been at the sermal cub when she refused an order. It taught the child patience and soon she was learning what worked best with her growing friend.
Hunting with a sermal was exhilarating. They had to do it as far away from the Sanctuary as possible for…obvious reasons, but the sermal took as much delight in it as she did! At first the sight of it’s long fangs tearing into it’s prey jarred her, but Yngvara had long since been exposed to blood. She knew when to step back so the sermal wouldn’t bite her too, and only when her friend was calm did she step closer. While her friendship wasn’t necessarily discouraged it also wasn’t ENCOURAGED by any means, though Yngvara let it pass. Her friend would attack any bad thing that came her way and in one winter’s season alone she managed to gather enough fur to comfortably outfit the family! Her skills were growing and just like a true Ild’vann she’d taken an animal partner.
The only exception was that instead of being a flying friend hers had crystals protruding out of her skin.
Now she just needed a name. Something as strong and powerful as she was, but also something pretty and cool!
“Stjerne.” A word in the mother language that meant star. Whenever she looked into the fathomless dark eyes of her friend and heard her chuff in response Yngvara knew she’d made the right choice. The sermal nuzzled her large, solid head against Yngvara’s leg and nearly knocked the girl over. Even though they were both young Stjerne would outgrow Yngvara sooner rather than later which meant she needed to step up. She needed to be the best huntress she could be quickly so Stjerne wouldn’t find someone else. Yngvara briefly ran her fingers over the feline’s dark fur before the sermal took off into the hillside after some small, fleeting prey.
Her mother wasn’t likely to approve of her choice, but Yngvara hoped she would come around. Raptrix were like the Ild’vann themselves. They bonded over similar lived experiences that tied them together but even her own mother had forsaken the traditional mount in favor of a chiavi. Yngvara wanted to be useful to her people while still being the person she wanted to be. Flying was still something she was getting used to on her own and she wasn’t entirely sure she would ever be as trusting as her mother was. It was scary and not the same kind of scary as having Sterjne’s paw so close to her face as she slept. It was…hard to say, but maybe her father understood? He was Ild’vann without really being part of the people and she was hoping that he could smooth this all over.
Part of her worried that Sterjne would be taken away from her when the winter was over and that was what really scared her. Surely they wouldn’t, after all they’d done? She’d proven that she could take care of it and that she wasn’t a danger to anyone! Not really. She just…needed some special care, just like Ada and the rest of the mounts back home. They weren’t pets they were tools that helped them hunt. Sterjne was just a little more, that’s all. She was a friend.
Getting the Ild’vann to accept Sterjne’s presence wouldn’t be as hard as it would be to convince the villagers nearby. She was going to have to make sure her new friend stayed as far away from the herds as possible and kept to a regular hunting ground that was as safe for them as it would be for her. Sterjne already knew that the animals of the Sanctuary were off limits, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t see Ada and the other mounts as prey. Yngvara had already been warned of that and she hoped it wouldn’t come to pass. Ada might attack her, she might attack Ada; there was just so many things that could go wrong.
But still, even through it all Yngvara could only see the little cub who just needed her help even in the grown predator and she knew she’d fight to keep her friend by her side forever no matter what it took.
[1503]
[5]
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2022 1:16 pm
Prentice Solo 1 (Class Choice) - Ranger
Stjerne’s thick form landed on the stone in front of Yngvara with nary a sound. In the dark it was almost impossible to see her, even from this close, and were it not for the moonlight on her eyes Yngvara wouldn’t have known she’d come at all. The sermal appeared in shifts on their hunts; always present, ever vigilant, but aloof. She had her own ideals as to how a proper hunt should work and that didn’t include spending time around their group. Nearly every Ild’vann raptrix was still young which meant they were excitable and startled around Stjerne. Since she was also young it usually ended in someone a raptrix getting swiped on the nose and Stjerne running off to mope.
Yngvara reached out to ran her hand through the sermal’s thick coat. She brushed across the crystals that grew from her back, calloused fingers smoothing themselves of the cool protrusions. When she settled next to the teenager instead of taking off into the night Yngvara knew she’d done something good. Much like her mother’s relationship with Ada, Yngvara knew that Stjerne was a wild creature first and a companion second. She’d purposefully domesticated her as minimally as possible to retain everything she would need to not only help in a hunt but to keep her safe. Of course that meant that one day Stjerne may very well turn on her, but Yngvara didn’t care. Part of the allure of her sermal friend was her unbroken nature. She’d seen the creature run off with a raptrix pup before, snatching it right out of the stable hand’s arms, and defend her ‘meal’ when he tried to take it back. It had been a harsh lesson for everyone involved, but one that the Ild’vann would not surely forget.
“Yngvara.” Looking down the embankment, the moon touched hybrid caught sight of a young woman approaching. The iceling was a good five years Yngvara’s junior, but no less capable. Her father had returned to their fold when he heard they’d settled south of the mountain and brought his children into the fold. Serrilda couldn’t remember any other life so unlike her elder siblings she’d become far more used to life in the wilds where one’s musk was akin to a stag’s.
In her arms were two wooden bowls of a greasy, meaty concoction. No doubt it was the leftovers of the days kill that had been warmed to an edible slurry. It wouldn’t taste good in the least, but it would be enough to get them back to the estate. The closer she came the more uneasy Stjerne became and before Yngvara could calm her the great feline slunk into the shadows with a throaty snarl.
“I told you she hates me.” Serrilda handed over the bowl and Yngvara made room for her upon the stone.
“She hates everyone.” The older hybrid murmured before lifting the bowl to her lips.
“Not you.” After that the two sat in companionable silence as the fire below them started to die out. The elders of their group were readying themselves for sleep and while they would occasionally look up to their younger members for the most part they didn’t care what they got up to. As long as the girls weren’t late in waking tomorrow morning they had just as much freedom as any other hunter.
That was what Yngvara liked best about going out on hunts. In the wilds of Zena she wasn’t a daughter that needed looking after or a little sister for babying. Out here, with Stjerne by her side, she was a force of nature. While she wasn’t as practiced in aerial combat as her mother was Yngvara was far more skilled with a bow and she was just as good at hiding in plain sight as her familiar. Since growing into her own the hybrid had taken to wearing darker garments, which coupled with her complexion allowed her to be nearly invisible at night. Of course that just meant she had to be quicker in daylight hours, but Yngvara could manage.
She was going to be the greatest of archers someday and no one could tell her otherwise.
“I thought we’d lost that mammu for sure today. After Evra’s raptrix bucked her off I didn’t think we could pull it off, but then you-“ Serrilda knocked her elbow into Yngvara’s with a grin, “-shot it from a field away. I didn’t know you were that good.”
“It’s just practice.” Of course she was good; she practiced day in, day out. Every chance she got Yngvara was making herself useful around the tribe and when they didn’t need her she was working on her craft. In all honesty she hadn’t been completely sure she could make that shot either, but desperation at the thought of losing such a big bounty emboldened her. Now she could go home with another notch in her belt and a story.
“More like a blessing. Chi must love you.” Serrilda sat her bowl down and in one slow, fluid motion laid down on her back atop the cold stone. Even through all of her furs it must have been freezing. They’d gone so far up the mountain that the snows never melted, but the teens were so used to it that they didn’t bat an eye. “Or the moon goddess. What’s her name?”
“Serin.” The goddess of her father’s people. She knew bits and pieces about them from what he’d told her, but that was all. Apparently where they lived was so warm you didn’t need so many layers but Yngvara couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would want that. Wouldn’t the sweat be too much?
“It’s a full moon so I bet it was her.” Serrilda yawned. “I’m going to catch a nap; wake me up when you’re ready to go back to camp.” And like that, the iceling was out.
Looking into the night sky, Yngvara had to ponder things. Neither one of her parents were particularly religious; at least in the way of most. The Ild’vann believed in spirits and the mountain as a separate entity, but gods? What if Serin really had guided her arrow that night? Did that mean she approved of the lifestyle that Yngvara walked, even if it wasn’t one of her own people? It was just so…odd to consider that she didn’t give it much thought.
As Ild’vann she was trained in a multitude of weaponry, but as Zyphire’s daughter she also knew how to handle a blade. So many doors had been opened for Yngvara that for a long time she didn’t know exactly what she wanted to focus on, but the bow had always been special to her. It was a tie to her Aunt, to her mother, and a way to protect her father should he ever need it. There wasn’t a day she hadn’t loved watching her brother practice with the bow as well, but even then a part of her wanted to believe she was better at it than him. As the oldest Ziya was naturally so much more experienced at things than she was, and yet…she’d always wanted this to be her specialty. A way to mark her as someone more than ‘their daughter’ and ‘his sister’.
A noise to her side drew Yngvara’s droll eye. Serrilda was snoring; again. Rolling her eyes, Yngvara passed a grin to the moon above her. One day the voluptuous Serrilda would trick some poor soul into her bed and take a piece of his soul each night with her racket. More than once Serrilda had bemoaned a life without magic, a trait that her mother apparently had held before she passed, but Yngvara couldn’t imagine what that was like. Would she be able to make her arrows fly farther if she had it? Her father’s family were gifted in those ways, but no one in the Ild’vann had been touched.
In truth Yngvara was glad for it. Magic seemed to bring nothing but trouble and they had enough of that. From what she’d heard this was the most peaceful her tribe had been in generations and she very much wanted to keep it that way.
Hearing another snore at her side prompted Yngvara to move. She not so gently shook Serrilda and waited until the iceling pulled herself into consciousness. For a moment the other girl looked as if she would go back to sleep, but after a moment of grumbling she pulled herself to her feet. When she started to walk down the hill Yngvara picked up the bowls and moved to follow. Staying up any later than they already had would be dangerous. She needed a full nights rest to be in top form tomorrow. The last thing she wanted was to give them reason to mistrust her and all the work she’d put in getting here. Tomorrow she would be home and she planned on telling anyone who would listen about the numerous kills she’d made on this trip.
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[5]
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