Magnolia Glen frost fire

He told a compelling tale. She stayed hooked on every word, even the ones she did not grasp.

Revenge.

Something dark but warm swam in the gaze she held. Intoxicated, but that was not the sole reason for her enchantment. Let your revenge be mighty. Another apple flicked his way. The wolfen equivalent of a cheers. But tonight is a bounty before your conqueror. She sounded of her father in these moments and it was not lost upon her.

But it was fine and dandy, she expected to be regaled by the young man with fancy words while they had their share of fermented fruits.

OLD NORSE | COMMON
speaks with a harsher nordic accent