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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 11:43 am
Since Sylvirah’s inn wasn’t too far away from where they were staying Marrow decided to follow along, and with him, came a reluctant Maritza. She had to bite back on her spite just to keep things civil with this woman. Respect? She’d shown plenty of it! Or did she not care about the coin now lining her pockets?
“You said you were of the Ild’vann? Are they a local tribe?”
Marrow could have just left things as they were and Maritza would have been happy. What was the point in asking pointless questions? Mentally, Maritza had already shut down from the conversation and was petulantly looking off to the side as she walked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 7:59 pm
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"We are now." Sylvirah maneuvered around a group of well meaning shoppers that were blocking the road with their chatter. A few recognized her enough to smile her way before tossing a more speculative look to the group following her. "We hail from the mountain, but when the herds left we were forced to leave as well."
At least that was the story she was telling people. A dramatic tale of murder and betrayal may have gotten them more attention, but none of her people really wanted that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 8:02 pm
Ah, now Maritza knew of them. The lightning woman clicked her tongue and made a sort of 'hmming' sound. "The raptrix riders, correct? I read a tome about them on my last trip to Zena." She'd been younger then and the scholar she was speaking had been a fan of fantastical stories. At the time she'd just assumed it was the same as soothsayers and old women who gobbled up children. Now she was wondering what other legends had truth to them.
"I read a great deal about Freyr the Bold and how he was supposedly able to best a mammu with one punch."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 8:06 pm
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Now it was Sylvirah's turn to look back at Maritza with a raised brow. "You know of Freyr? Strange, I wasn't aware of our stories making it this far South..." Maybe the lowlanders knew more about the Ild'vann than they ever let on? If so then she had more reason to be irritated with them because of lack of help....
"If you've the time, and the ear to listen, I could share what I know. Freyr's fists were supposed to be large enough to crush boulders and I wouldn't believe them myself if my grandfather weren't of his blood. He's a large man in his own right."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2021 8:09 pm
A direct descendent? While Maritza still felt as if the story was overblown for grandiose sake she had to admit she was curious to see exactly where it all differed. “I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing them.” Maybe once they made it back to the inn they could share a cup of mead and Sylvirah could share her local tales? At least it would pass the time and be something she could write to Lioe about. She was sure he would love all this local nonsense.
[fin]
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