In the meantime, let it go

p. Ragna

POSTED: Sun Mar 25, 2018 10:48 pm

In honor of St. Patrick's day, why not have your character let loose and have some fun? Make some boozy drinks, challenge a buddy to a drinking contest, get roaring drunk!


ooc - Calia is just a teensy, tiny bit drunk...and is on the lookout for a drinking buddy! She ends up somehow at Ragna's door, though she most likely doesn't even realize whose house it is ;)

Calia

The shepherd gave the leather cask a good stir with the wooden spoon, sniffing the liquid experimentally. ”Mmmmm, perhaps not quite yet?” Calia said out loud thoughtfully as she moved the spoon through the vicious white liquid. The goat milk took days, if not weeks, to clot properly into its alcoholic form. To do this process, the Nightstag hung a leather cask from the roof of her cottage, hanging near the entrance. Anytime she entered or left her abode, she would pause and give the cask a good stir. To clot the milk this way took time, that was for sure. However it worked just fine, and Calia could be a patient woman.

Most of the time. The albino lifted the wooden spoon to her lips, lapping up the white liquid. Truth be told, it could probably use a few more days but…”T’is good enough!” The curly haired woman declared as she loosened the flask’s straps from its perch. Sitting on the steps of her cottage, the Nightstag took a long swig from the flask...and several after that. A drink in hand, spring weather in the air, and some goats was all a lady really needed in life.

”Nah, nah,” Calia shook her head, her words slurring as she rambled to the nearest goat ”This, this stuff is too good not to share.” She would find a drinking partner! The robust woman stood up from her seated position with a grunt, the leather flask in one hand and her crook in the other. Though she had drank enough of the kumis to make her head feel fuzzy and her words blended, the albino was a large woman, and took pride in holding her liquor. So she set off, her gracefulness ensured by the support of the wooden crook in her hand.

The Nightstag’s ambling travels took her to a modest stone house on the outskirts of Winterwynd, almost close enough to be swallowed up by the tree line. The gentle whickering of horses greeted Calia as she marched up to the house, her fist raised. Taptap! ”Hello, hello,” Calia called, a goofy smile on her face ”Anyone in there?” Well, she would look like a mighty big fool if no one was in the home. At least it would be only her and the horses.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 03, 2018 11:20 pm

Optime | Winterwynd (Ragna’s house) | NPC: Glade (+627)

Drakehund rank thread.

“How much lonnnnger, Ragnaaaa?” The marten whined, flexing his little fingers in a needy fashion towards the fireplace where the Eklund stirred their meal. A delicious scent of stewing venison and hearty starches reached his nostrils, teasing his ever-bottomless pit of a stomach with the prospect of food. It had been hours since he had eaten last, and he was sure to starve if the pot did not cook their food faster.

“However long it takes for you to stop asking the same question,” she grouched, not bothering to look at him.

Glade groaned miserably, twisting on his little mound of furs as if he were having a terrible stomachache. “Mmmmuuu, why so mean, Ragna?” He shut his beady eyes, trying his best to not think of the delicious flavors that the roast would have, how soft and tender—just melt-in-your-mouth the potatoes would be, all soaked up with the blood of the deer that Ragna had helped kill. He writhed, squirming on his back as his stomach let out a pathetic little growl in his hunger.

The sound of clay hitting clay made it known that the lid of the pot had been replaced. “Don’t be so dramatic,” Ragna said, making her way over to where her small companion lay. She eased her way down into a relaxed, laying position against one of her packs.

It wasn’t much, what they had. The house was sparsely decorated, having only one dining table and a few chairs, and two pieces of entertainment furniture in the form of an old couch and an older chair. The living room housed nearly all of the Wolverthorne’s belongings, having not fully settled just yet to spread out or accumulate enough baggage to justify branching out into the bedrooms. As it were, the couch had been moved before the fireplace, the chair, more so near one of the few windows still intact that hadn’t been boarded up. Furs from Ragna’s catches had been thrown over and around either piece of the human relics, giving them a more cozy and comfortable feel to them.

Ragna’s bag of goods acted as a makeshift pillow beneath a layer of furs, and the scout had been intent to relax and let her mind zone out until the time came to eat the food. That was, until she heard Jack greet someone, followed by a knock on the front door. Her icy gaze flicked to the entryway, brows furrowing at who it could be. Nobody visited her, not at her home. She wasn’t particularly close with any of her packmates for such meetings outside of duties.

A voice called within, and Ragna found herself rising to her feet. It was Calia, and she sounded awfully…chipper… The Eklund made her way to the door, her marten scampering curiously after her as she drew it open. The tall albino woman stood there, smelling of alcohol. “Nightstag,” Ragna greeted, though her eyes had shifted down to the flask in the ivory-furred female’s grasp. “What…brings you here?” She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the sight standing on her doorstep.

“Invite in, Ragna! No be rude!” Glade chattered near her feet, looking up at the giant of a woman. “Hi, Calia!” He remembered the Larsen, the woman having been one of the few to interact with his Luperci companion when Felix had first brought everyone together. She was nice, even if she was constantly surrounded by her goats. “No goats today?” Glade’s head bobbed as he tried to peak outside.

Ragna frowned heavily, but found herself looking too. She did not such creatures in her house unless they were dead and to be eaten.

Ragna Eklund

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Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Thu Apr 12, 2018 1:38 pm

Calia

As the draft horse called to her in a friendly greeting, the Nightstag waved towards the direction of the barn, this silly manner attributing to her joyous mood and her giddy manner. Ragna had so many animal companions (if three were considered many), just like the shepherd! Calia shook her head, amazed at how she and the Eklund woman never formally interacted beyond their initial meeting during the Vale’s founding. One animal lover to another, surely this common ground would make it so that the two women hit it right off the bat!

The albino’s optimism didn’t waver, even as Ragna opened the door with a curious, if not bewildered, look on her face. Rather, Calia’s grin only grew as Ragna hesitantly spoke out loud, her eyes drifting down to linger on the cask in the Nightstag’s grip. ”Ah, pooey!” Calia made a face, wrinkling her nose ”Does there always need ter be a reason? Jus’ thought it’d be nice to stop by, is all!” The robust woman barked in laughter, the flask in her hand swishing with its alcohol content. Meanwhile, a little pine marten scampered up to the door, regarding Calia with open curiosity. ”Aw, hello there!” Calia greeted cheerfully as Glade poked his head outside. At the curious creature’s inquiry, Calia gave another chuckle ”Nah, jus’ me! Goats stayed home today...though I’m sure I reek of em!” The pale woman gave an experimental sniff of her pitts. Ah, yep.

”Why the long face, hon?” Calia addressed Ragna once more, her words adopting a drawling slur. ”We’re gonna have some fun today!” The curly haired woman tilted her flask back, taking another sip of the rancid milk inside. As she did so, the woman brushed past the shorter woman and entered the abode at the pine marten’s invitation. The albino regarded her surroundings with a shrewd eye, hand on her hips as she surveyed her surroundings. ”A bit bare,” Calia spoke aloud, the drink sharpening her candor ”But...modesty never hurt no one! N’ there’s plenty o’ time ter make the place more homey!” The Nightstag resumed her critique in a rather chipper manner.

The lady’s jaws parted to spew some more constructive criticism, however the delicious aroma wafting from the warming pot sent the albino barrelling towards it. ”Mmmmm, what’s this? Smells delightful!” Calia took a generous inhale, sighing contently. Some hearty stew would pair nicely with the kumis she had in hand. Speaking of…

”Oh! How rude of me!” The woman spun around, stumbling a bit as she did so ”Meant to offer this….here!” The albino thrust her arm out, guestering for the Eklund to take a swig ”Some kumis of mine, made it myself! Too good to drink alone, ya know?”

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POSTED: Fri Apr 27, 2018 10:39 pm

NPC: Glade (+548)


Yes, was what she wanted to reply to the Nightstag’s, likely, rhetorical question. Ragna held her tongue though. Had she known the albino—or any of her fellow Mistwalkers—better, she might have been more open to the idea. However, she knew herself to have a bit of difficulty with opening up to others, and such would take time. And what better way to get to know her packmates better than to actually socialize with them? Besides…Glade would probably enjoy the company.

Thankfully, Ragna and Glade did not see any signs of the woman’s goats nearby, and Calia confirmed their absence to her company. Glade laughed, and his pinch in his facial features indicated that he could, indeed, still smell the goats upon their shepherd. “Smell goat-y, yes.” The marten agreed, exhaling and shaking out his fur as if to try and rid the scent from his nostrils.

Ragna sighed. The ex-scout could deal with the smell, the animals themselves however…no. Just. No. Calia’s slurred voice distracted her then, and at a particular word, the Eklund parroted incredulously, Fun?” She highly doubted the Nightstag’s version of “fun” was anywhere on the same spectrum as Ragna’s. Not unless the albino found amusement in killing villainous and arrogant coyotes.

She let the taller woman in—not like she had any choice without causing a scene—and closed the door behind her. To Calia’s comment about Ragna’s sparse living quarters, the ex-soldier shrugged. “I haven’t lived somewhere permanent in probably two years.” The Wolverthrone padded softly after the woman into the living area, Glade scampering not far behind her.

When Calia moved over to the pot of stew that had been cooking, the marten dashed over. “Deer meat and some other filler things!” He chattered excitedly for Ragna. “Ragna let cook all daaaay! Say not ready yet, but smell so yummy!” His eyes swiveled back to his companion as she began tidying up things and making room on the couch for their company. “Ready now?”

“No.”

Glade’s whiskers twitched before he looked up at Calia. “Ready soon.” He said, his tone akin to a pout.

The couch cleaned off and more accommodable to having a guest, Ragna turned to move closer to where Calia and Glade were gathered near the fireplace, only to stop suddenly when the larger woman spun and thrust out the flask that she had been carrying out to the Eklund. Ragna’s glacier eyes shifted down to the item with a look of skepticism written clearly in them. “I wouldn’t know…” She replied flatly, honestly.

Given Calia’s current state and the smell of her, Ragna could guess that whatever kumis was, it was an alcoholic drink of some sort.

Tentatively, she reached out to receive the flask, taking a few testing sniffs at the flask’s opening once the stopper was removed. “What is it?” She had never smelt anything like it before. With a free hand, she gestured for Calia to sit on the couch as she continued to inspect the mysterious liquid that she had been suggested to try.

Food temporarily forgotten, Glade scampered up onto his usual perch on one of the armrests, “Ragna, Ragna! Can try too?”

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
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Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Tue May 08, 2018 2:57 pm

Calia

Either the Nightstag took no heed of the Eklund’s pursed lips, or she ignored her standoffish behavior entirely. ”Why, yes! Fun! Calia repeated, the sentence ending in a bubbly giggle. Some were angry when drunk, others got tearful. Calia, however, could just laugh and laugh when on the juice. She retained her usual personality traits, however they were magnified tenfold. ”You see, it’s important to enjoy yourself every once n’ while.” The Nightstag continued, speaking to Ragna as if she were an insolent child rather than a grown woman, who could, realistically, carve the Nightstag up with a knife is she should please. Not that she would think to do that….yet. ”N’ I’m here to help you do just that!”

Ragna was an experienced soldier, and with that experience came the skill of knowing how to pick her battles. So the Scout allowed the Nightstag to stumble inside her abode, rightfully knowing that Calia would not take “no” for an answer. At the Nightstag’s comment on the fact that her home rather lacked a homely feeling, the Eklund padded after the albino, her footsteps much lighter than the thunderous crashing of the Nightstag stumbling around. ”Oh my,” Calia gasped, facing the Scout ”That’s….that’s so sad!” At this the shepherd got a teary look in her eye, which was quickly replaced by a look of determination. Grabbing the Wolvethorne by the shoulders, Calia stared the other woman down. ”Well, honey, you won’t be leaving this place for a long, long time!” A cheerful grin returned to the Nightstag’s face as she delivered it, and she released the other woman from her grip, spinning around once more.

At the pine marten’s inquiry, the shepherd looked up at Ragna expectantly. ”Ah, pooey!” At the Eklund’s flat denial, the pout that crossed over Calia’s face was akin to the look on the pine marten. At Glade’s reassurance, the Nightstag nodded hopefully. ”Soon, yes!” Calia spoke cheerfully ”And I know just how to pass the time!”

The Nightstag extended the flask of kumis offering a taste to Ragna. ”Well, no time like the present!” Calia fired back, still waving the flask beneath the Wolverthorne’s nose. Eventually Ragna accepted the flask, sniffing it’s vicious contents tentatively. ”It’s a drink from my homeland! Made from aged goats milk, n’ stirred up right, makes a fine drink, indeed!” Calia proclaimed ”Taste takes a bit getting used to, but the effects are worth it!”

”Of course you can!” Calia beamed at the pine marten, seemingly oblivious that the creature’s inquiry was directed at Ragna ”The more, the merrier!”

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POSTED: Thu May 24, 2018 1:45 am

NPC: Glade (+645)


No amount of skeptically raised eyebrows or unimpressed stares would thwart the determined woman, it seemed. She was either impervious to the cold and stoic nature that made up Ragna, or, was oblivious to it. Either way, it seemed that the scout would be forced to endure the albino’s overly bubbly, excited super-personality until Calia either excused herself or ended up passed out on Ragna’s living room floor. Unfortunately, she doubted either would result any time soon by the looks of things. Calia could probably hold her liquor well…

Ragna blinked at the Nightstag’s reaction to her nonchalant comment. She hadn’t expected the teary-eyed look that was fixated on her. To her, it was simply the way of life, how things had been done for years. Always moving, going on missions and sorties, the idea of “home” was a place where those she cared for would be, becoming more of a feeling and who she was surrounded by rather than a physical location.

Determination sparked in the albino’s ruby gaze, and when Ragna was suddenly grasped by the shoulders, it took everything in the ex-soldier to simply stiffen rather than execute the knee-jerk reaction to deflect the hands. At the Nighstag’s words and confident grin though, she felt her muscles relax a bit. She smirked and let out a soft exhale, “I…thanks.” At the very least, it looked like the Nightstag liked having the Eklund around. And, it also felt nice to know she wouldn’t be living the Loner life again any time too soon.

By their shared reactions, it appeared that both Glade and Calia were fiends for food, as both seemed put out by the fact that the Wolverthorne wouldn’t allow for any free samples or early servings of the stew. Ragna rolled her eyes at their antics, not at all moved to reconsider despite their combined effort. With the lack of food to eat though, the Nightstag apparently had other ideas on the social visit.

Aged goat’s milk? That sounds…appetizing, she nearly grimaced at the thought. Figures that the goat shepherd would have come to obtain such a strange oddity of an alcoholic drink though… Ragna took another tentative sniff. She very much didn’t want to try whatever the strange concoction was, however, the scout also wasn’t keen on the idea of dismissing it without having ever tried it either. It would have been insulting to her guest, if Calia could be called one.

She tilted her head back, taking a sample of the drink that had been offered to her. Ragna couldn’t help the twist in her features though as the fermented liquid washed over her taste buds. Though she did well to school it, it was obvious that she was not immediately sold on the flavor. “It’s…different,” she commented as she sat down on the couch.

Glade chittered in her ear and she rose from her seat, retrieving a small bowl from where it had been placed last in the room. Returning to the couch, she set it down near it and poured some of the drink out in it so the marten could sample it easier. He licked his lips as she did so, eager as ever to get in on what Calia and Ragna had tried thus far.

Once his portion had been poured out, Ragna handed the flask back into Calia’s control once more. “I’m not going to start seeing shit after drinking that, am I?” The Eklund asked incredulously, wondering if there was more to the “effects” that the milk had than those typically coincided with drinking regular alcoholic beverages.

She settled further into her seat on the couch, getting comfortable for what she expected would be an extended social visit with the albino.

Ragna Eklund

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Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Sat Jun 09, 2018 10:59 pm

Calia

The scout appeared taken aback at the Nightstag’s vehement reaction to her nonchalant comment. And if she was taken aback by that, then she was downright startled as Calia grasped her by the shoulders suddenly. Calia did not seemed perturbed as the Wolverthorne stiffened at her sudden touched, if anything she grasped her tighter. ”No you...you need to hear this, hon.” Calia insisted, managing to sound sincere even though her words slurred and meshed together ”Get a rug or something. Don’t you be afraid to make this place yours.”

As Ragna eventually relaxed, Calia took the woman’s thanks as a sign of acceptance. Satisfied, the albino released the shorter woman from her grasp, more than happy to ogle at the simmering stew once more. But it was clear that the Eklund would not budge, despite the deep moment shared between the two women moments earlier. No samples would be given out anytime soon, not until the chef was satisfied.

Eventually, Ragna accepted the flask of kumis helf out in offering. Calia watched expectantly as the scout sniffed the aged milk experimentally, her nose wrinkling in distaste as the sour odor marred her nostrils. ”Goodness gracious,” Calia sighed as Ragna continued looking the drink over with a furrowed brow, for once showing some irritation rather than giddiness. ”It’s not like I’m tryna poison ya or somethin’!” Wolvethornes were always so stubborn - most could stand to loosen up every once in a while.

At Calia’s goading, Ragna put the flask to her lips and took a sip, grimacing slightly as the strong drink travelled down her gullet. ”There now, was that so bad?” Calia asked with a huff, although a smile returned to her face once more. Well, “different” was not always a bad thing. Calia plopped herself on the open spot on Ragna’s couch as the Eklund fetched a bowl from the kitchen. Glade, insistent on not being forgotten, wanted a lick of the booze too, it seemed. ”Well, whadaya think?” Calia questioned the pine marten, amused by his antics.

Calia blinked at Ragna’s concern. ”No, unless you normally see things?” The Nightstag paused, her brow furrowing in confusion. ”Ragna, are you telling me you see things?” Calia spoke in a hushed whisper, concern evident in her voice.

So what if she was a bit addled? Ragna was her packmate, whether her brains were scrambled or not. It was probably due to something in her troubled past, anyway. If her past was troubled. ”Say, where’d you wander before you came to the Vale?” the Nightstag asked, stealing another swig from the flask. The Eklund remained a sort of enigma to the Vale, a woman who never spoke much about herself, or her roots.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 23, 2018 12:11 am

NPC: Glade (+486)


It took everything in Ragna to not make a comment to the indignant sigh that escaped the Nightstag. It would not have surprised her if it was, though, such thoughts were probably best kept in her dark, safely guarded past. The drink was merely a drink, a strange-smelling thing that Calia had sampled a bit herself. It wouldn’t hurt, or, at least, not more than the sampling taste, should she choose to not ingest any more of the homemade brew.

The drink was probably something Snorri would have downed easily, she thought ruefully as Calia teased her, one that he, too, would have laughed about her sensitive palate. Though she could stomach it—most, anyway—alcohol had never been much of her thing when not in a social setting. Her thoughts were distracted from what Snorri might have thought of the drink when the albino questioned Glade, causing her glacier gaze to flicker down to her small companion.

He ran his little hands over his whiskers, shaking out his whole, noodle-like body from head to tail. “Woah!” He squeaked, either in shock of the flavor or invigorated by it, Ragna could only guess. “Not like drinks from tavern!” The marten, ready to take another sample, put his hands on the edge of his bowl and lapped up some more of the fermented beverage.

Ragna let out a sharp exhale at his antics, only her attention being drawn back to Calia stopped her from rolling her eyes at her mustelid friend. Though, the topic with her superior was not much better. The Eklund’s ears flicked backwards, and, not for the first time, did Ragna wonder just how much the ivory woman had consumed of the strange drink before arriving at the scout’s home. “Yes, I see dead things,” she replied with a flat expression and tone. “All the time.” Despite her serious face, one might have guessed her sarcasm with how the comment was delivered.

When the topic moved to her time before the Vale, Ragna looked away from the ruby-eyed woman. Instead, she shifted further into the couch, getting comfortable for what she had a feeling would be a long evening so long as liquid remained in the flask in Calia’s hand. “Here and there. Never stayed anywhere too long so I wouldn’t have to worry about thieves and highwaymen.” She answered with a nonchalant shrug. It was true, though, not the answer she knew the Nightstag had been asking for.

From his spot on the floor, Glade looked up, his tongue sliding over one of his hands that must have dipped beneath the milky substance’s surface on accident. “See lots places!”

The ex-soldier nodded in agreement, her eyes sliding to the Nightstag and her flask. “What about you, Nightstag? I’m sure tending to your goats must have been like herding cats across this wilderness.”

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
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Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Fri Jul 13, 2018 11:52 am

ooc - Yikes! Sorry for my slow reply

Calia

Calia let out a belt of laughter at the pine marten’s reaction to the drink. ”Nope! Ain’t going to find anything like this ‘round here, unless it comes from me, I reckon.” the Nightstag boasted as Glade cleaned the milk droplets off his whiskers. Despite what could have been interpreted as an adverse reaction, the creature dipped his maw into the drink once more.

Ragna, however, did not seem nearly as amused with her little friend’s antics. At Calia’s rather troubled comment, the Eklund gazed at her Nightstag with a rather incredulous stare. Once it was confirmed that yes, Calia was seriously asking if the Wolverthorne was insane, Ragna gave a sigh and replied in a flat tone. ”Ohhhhhh.” Calia breathed, her eyes wide with shock. The Eklund’s expression remained palpable, her voice sardonic. ”This is…sarcasm.” The Nightstag spoke outloud, nodding to herself. ”Unless it isn’t The albino regarded the scout with suspicion, mulling through the two options in her head.

Thankfully Ragna’s reply distracted the Nightstag enough to abandon the ridiculous notion. ”Oh.” Calia replied as Ragna sank further into the couch, refusing to go into more detail. ”What? Like, you were a loner?” the Nightstag pressed, shifting to face the warrior woman. Keeping her nose out of other people’s business wasn’t exactly her strongest skill. ”Well, where did you wander?” Calia brow furrowed a little ”And who’d you travel with? Surely you had some company.”

Calia chuckled at Ragna’s comparison of goats to cats. Not far from the mark, that was. ”I only came to these lands with three of ‘em, from my homelands.” Calia laughed ”Goodness knows that I couldn’t have fit a dozen of ‘em on a merchant boat!” The Nightstag shook her head derisively. Had she been ambitious and taken five, ten, a dozen, either she would have been booted from the boat or a few of the goats!

”The mountains where I come from were...nice. Safe.” Calia admitted ”But...I wanted to do something more. Getting away from there, it was good for me. Otherwise I never would have met Felix, or the rest of you.” There had been rather bad bouts of homesickness, but those had gradually diminished with time. After all, now she considered Mistfell Vale her true home.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 28, 2018 12:18 pm

NPC: Glade (+526)

It’s okay, I’ve been slower xD

“Could trade stuff! Biff’s Bar. Might trade good!” He suggested after another few laps at the liquid before shaking out his little head at the intensity. “Right, Ragna?”

She shrugged. “It’s a possibility. It’s a little out of the way to get to, and I’m not sure how good of a trade it might be, but, with how their system works and with being the sole provider of the stuff, they might pay you well enough.” Her icy gaze shifted to the slightly drunken Calia to see if her inebriated mind would make sense of what was said or if it would be something she remembered in pieces later and wonder if it had really happened or if it had been only a dream.

The stare she received for her remark about seeing things might have made a lesser being throw up their head in laughter. Ragna was Ragna though, and her face remained deadly serious. It took a minute, but, Calia was eventually able to realize that the ex-soldier wasn’t serious…only to second guess herself a moment later. Not one to ever make things easy, Ragna shrugged, leaving it up to the albino to forever wonder. It was, perhaps, not best to let one of her superiors think she was crazy, but, it secretly amused the scout to keep the game going.

Ragna nodded to the Nightstag’s initial question, confirming that she had been a Loner, much like the rest had been before joining in founding the Vale. Despite her attempts to be vague, the astute woman—even for being partially drunk—realized it and tried again, this time though, adding a few more curious questions. “Around the area mostly. Up, down, and around the Bay of Fundy.”

“Snorri!” Glade piped up, licking his whiskers once more of the traitorous liquid that Calia had brought over.

“Yes, it was rather boring,” she clarified, easily glossing over the name of their deceased companion. “I had Glade for company, and my horses, of course.” It was the truth. She hadn’t had another Luperci companion during her time as a Loner. Snorri had died days after the war, their time together and apart from Boreas a mere fraction of her time spent between loyalties.

Her ears flickered with a bit of interest as Calia spoke of her own beginnings before the Vale. “I take it that you came here from across the ocean?” Homeland? A merchant boat? It seemed fitting. There weren’t any large bodies of water that would warrant crossing by a boat further west, so, the only logical explanation was that Calia was from somewhere south or to the east.

Glade hiccupped, causing Ragna to cluck her tongue at him for drinking too fast. The Eklund’s gaze shifted back to their guest. “Well? Did you find whatever that more was in the Vale?” Ragna inquired, finding quiet amusement in the conversation she was having in her living room. It was not how she had thought the day would go.

“Glad left. Like lot. Calia better here.” He chimed, standing a bit wobblily near his bowl.

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
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Songbird
Luperci Scout I
Do not go gentle
into that good night

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