「 Skill Point ― Scout 」
Her body, he was surprised she could still use it after the impact with the ground. Still, he aided her where she needed it, slowing his steps where needed with each harsh inhale and wooshing of her breath. It wasn't too long before the water came into view, and for a moment, Tyr regarded it with sharp eyes, assessing the current and unpredictability of the element.
Storm after storm blew through the north, which made the level of the waters rise. Thankfully, the flow did not seem too rampant that night, but the danger was still there, lurking under the surface.
He released her from his side and watched, vigilantly keeping a close eye on the woman as she took a drink and finally bared her body to the mercy of the water. It was only then, in the light of the moon, that Tyr recognised the woman of blue, soot and grime gone from her features.
She was a friend of Freya's the year before, a trusted member of the land they currently stood upon.
Gjalla, she said.
Storm after storm blew through the north, which made the level of the waters rise. Thankfully, the flow did not seem too rampant that night, but the danger was still there, lurking under the surface.
He released her from his side and watched, vigilantly keeping a close eye on the woman as she took a drink and finally bared her body to the mercy of the water. It was only then, in the light of the moon, that Tyr recognised the woman of blue, soot and grime gone from her features.
She was a friend of Freya's the year before, a trusted member of the land they currently stood upon.
Gjalla, she said.
I know,he offered with a softness to the norseman's voice,
We have met before,His eyes regarded her, her body no different than before, and yet her soul, her person, felt aged in ways that only the veil of this realms magic could reveal.
I am Tyr, though I do not expect you to remember a fleeting face,
