Coming from Halbjorn, he can only hope that the next words have some impact. Few are as tied to duty as he is, and he's always virtually worshipped his sister.
"Nay. But thou'rt rapidly becoming so. Thine wife despairs for thee. Thine siblings worry for thee. I worry for thee. There ist only one way this road leads... and it doth no inspire hope, or aught but grim determination.
I love thee like no other, Svalin. Thou hast always matched me for devotion to the realm... but twas also thine adventurous spirit that inspired. That made thee well suited to be Goddess of Hope. The little girl who stole pots and went hunting dragons. Day by day, I see less and less of her in thee.
Do not travel that road, sister mine. That way leads madness. Trusteth me well, I knoweth this to be true. Go... have some fun. Whoever it be with."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
