skuld zajac

A scarred hand twined with one that had never known the bite of steel as intimately. Had never held closed a wound that stole the final breath of another. Had never felt the life flow freely out of someone near and dear to them. Friga's little hands had known little more than hard work in her...

Location: Outside of Alliria (along the line cutting north to south) Time: Early Noon Skuld herself was silent along the road, travelling now as her daughter quietly played in the small wagon. The horse was plainly used to the small wagon, slowly ambling along as the woman sat atop the single...