Me, Blótúlfur the grey wolf and Björn have arrived back by the tents, the air is lighter, and the breeze is fresher. The five figures I saw earlier are not there anymore,
the campfire is and the tents but no people.
My voice was filled with concern as I asked, "Where did they go?"
Björn's reassuring tone broke through the tension, "They went hunting for food and fresh water. They should be back shortly. I was told to wait behind and keep you safe."
I was shocked to see that they had such a great protective and well-hidden establishment.
We sat down around the campfire, Björn was finishing bandaging me up because the bandages had to be changed. He has cold soft hands, he was gentle with the wrapping. Once he finished, he handed me a clean white t-shirt and a green cloak.
Then he lights the fire.
I get scared for a second, but Björns’ soft-spoken voice helps me calm down.
We sit in silence together, the three of us Blótúlfur laying by my right sight and Björn sitting down by my left, he looks at the bandage on my right arm wanting to ask about it but not sure if it is appropriate.
I gave Björn a soft smile, my heart warming at his kindness. "You can ask about it if you want to," I offered, hoping to ease any discomfort he might feel.
Björn's gaze met mine, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his features before he nodded. "How did it happen?" he asked gently.
Taking a deep breath, I recounted the painful memory. "I got it while I was protecting a couple of boys in the society I was adopted into," I began, the memories still vivid in my mind. "But the leader wasn't too impressed and kicked me out."
Björn listened attentively, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "Did you save the boys?" he inquired.
"Yeah, I did," I replied, a hint of pride in my voice.
"But he still disowned you from the society?" Björn asked, his tone incredulously.
I nodded solemnly. "Yeah, because I let the betrayer go."
Björn's expression softened with understanding. "Wouldn't the boys have died if you had followed the betrayer?" he reasoned.
"Most likely, yeah," I admitted, a pang of sorrow tugging at my heart. "The betrayer burned my arm before running off into the dark night, so that's how I got it."
"That is not a fit leader then," Björn declared, his voice filled with conviction.
I couldn't help but smile softly at his words, grateful for his understanding and support in this unfamiliar place.
From the dark forest behind us we hear voices echoing, growing louder and louder until four figures emerge from the forest two of them are holding something in there arms the other two are carrying a weapon, one has a sword, and another holds a spier. Björn smiles and says, “look there they are”.
I hide behind Blótúlfur as Björns runs toward the four figures. I tremble with fear, I feel myself become small, my heart is pounding in my chest. After a couple of minutes, the four figures now five with Björn walk towards me,
” As one of the figures approached, I felt a surge of anxiety coursing through me.
"Oh, she's awake," they announced.
Björn's voice cut through the tension, a reassuring presence during my fear.
"Drífa, calm down, you might spook her," his tone gentle yet firm.
Drífa, as she is called, isn’t much older than Björn, her beauty radiating, she is tall has a slender yet strong figure. Her features are delicate and finely sculpted, she has flaming red hair with hues of crimson and gold.
Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of emerald, green. Her skin is fair and luminous, kissed by the sun and tinged with rosy hue, her freckles dust her cheek like constellations in the night sky.
She is dressed in a tunic richly dyed linen adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of flames and swirling wind. Over her tunic she wears a cloak crafted from the finest materials, its colors mirroring the hues of a blazing fire at sunset.
On her legs, she wears pants made of supple leather, tucked into knee-high boots adorned with delicate embroidery and metal fittings. She has a belt encircle her waist, holding a pouch containing essential tool and trinkets gathered from her adventures.
As Drífa reached out her hand toward me, I hesitated for a moment before gently taking it in mine. Her touch was warm and reassuring.
"I am Drífa, daughter of Logi. What is your name?" she asked, her voice soft and welcoming.
"I am Cordelia Hope," I replied, a sense of relief washing over me as I shared my name with her.
As I moved my hand away, Drífa gave me a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with kindness. She then turned to the girl standing beside her and introduced her.
"This is Gyða, daughter of Bára," Drífa said, gesturing to the girl beside her.
Gyða offered me a warm smile and extended her hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Cordelia," she said, her voice cheerful and friendly.
Her skin is bronzed by the sun and kissed by the salty sea air, faint freckles dancing across her cheeks.
Tattoo of a devilfish surrounded by Lotus flowers covering her left arm hiding a long scar.
She is wearing a tunic made of sturdy liner, dyed in deep ocean blues with patterns woven into fabric that mimics the waves and beings of the sea over her tunic she wears a leather belt and to keep her warm and protected she wears a thick wool cloak trimmed with fur from seals the cloak is fasten with a brooch in the shape of a ship.
She wears woolen pants tucked into sturdy leather boots up to the knees laced up to keep her sturdy, she is carrying an axe the handle is covered in embroidered ancient symbols.
As I get to know the two girls, I noticed two figures walking away from us and sitting down by the riverbank they seemed to be having deep conversation, I haven’t been introduced to them yet but the girls keep me busy with all kinds of questions and I forget about the two figures.
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