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Withereach was not a place one really wanted to go to. At least not after what’s happened there during the last decades. Even before Mika was born things had been going awry. Nowadays, however, it was said to be better. That, of course, depended on what one considered “better”. As someone who’s spent the majority of her life in the capital, the young Ryurik found the reality that was the mining city harder than the stories. To hear about it was one thing, but to see it with your own eyes was something else entirely. Aside from that there was the cough. Its echoes never died as she made her way through the smaller streets with only a vague description of the one she was looking for and an even vaguer idea of where she was heading.
Mystery surrounded the witch she was looking for. From the queen’s hall all the way to the south of the Kingdom Mika’s been tracing the one who’s been at Faarin when the world had trembled. All types of stories were connected to this Nord with --apparently-- two different eyes. One matched her own, the other should be the color of the sea. Sigrith was supposed to have dark hair which turned white as bone at the tips.
When whispering her name near the fire last night, she had been pointed into a direction, but told to be cautious. No bad word was spoken about the woman, yet, there appeared to be some sort of hesitation when talking about her. Either the people of Withereach cherished her, or they weren’t entirely sure what Sigrith was like in truth. Mika planned to find out, if the woman would let her.
No, if she would manage to find her.
Right now, after a good night of sleep and a piece of a roasted rabbit, she rushed through the snow in hopes of reaching a small market where “exotic” things could be found. People spoke of Black Ice trading hands there for things that belonged across the sea. Surely someone who engaged in magic and rituals would visit those whenever they were held?
Mikaela certainly hoped so. Chances were bitterly slim, but the sight of a Dea’roh gave her spirit the fire needed to continue her journey.
Mystery surrounded the witch she was looking for. From the queen’s hall all the way to the south of the Kingdom Mika’s been tracing the one who’s been at Faarin when the world had trembled. All types of stories were connected to this Nord with --apparently-- two different eyes. One matched her own, the other should be the color of the sea. Sigrith was supposed to have dark hair which turned white as bone at the tips.
When whispering her name near the fire last night, she had been pointed into a direction, but told to be cautious. No bad word was spoken about the woman, yet, there appeared to be some sort of hesitation when talking about her. Either the people of Withereach cherished her, or they weren’t entirely sure what Sigrith was like in truth. Mika planned to find out, if the woman would let her.
No, if she would manage to find her.
Right now, after a good night of sleep and a piece of a roasted rabbit, she rushed through the snow in hopes of reaching a small market where “exotic” things could be found. People spoke of Black Ice trading hands there for things that belonged across the sea. Surely someone who engaged in magic and rituals would visit those whenever they were held?
Mikaela certainly hoped so. Chances were bitterly slim, but the sight of a Dea’roh gave her spirit the fire needed to continue her journey.
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