Snippet from next weeks update:

“What were you trying to do?” he said. Her whole body went cold.
“I’ll leave, I’m so sorry, it’s a beautiful garden, I didn’t know it belonged to you,” she stammered each word, but kept going, “surely it’s beneath such a regal, mighty being like you to quarrel with a frail, old lady?” She said. Each adjective felt greasier than the next, but it did seem to stupefy him for a minute. He moved his hand slightly, granting her room to breathe.
“How will you get home?” he asked, lifting it off of her entirely. She shook off, limbs stiff and sore. She slowly hoisted herself on weak legs.
“I’ll walk back to where I came from, you won’t even know I was here. I promise,” she said. He nodded, moving from a hunched over position to resting on his belly, he put his hand against the side of his face.
“Are you armed?” He asked.
“I would never be so disrespectful as to hurt you in your own domain,” she said.
“longbow? Knife? Musket?”
“What I have is for beasts and vermin, I won’t wield it at you,”
“Point in the direction you’re headed, then you’re free to go,” The Jotun said.
At first she didn’t catch it.
“You’re letting me leave?” She asked, taking a cautious step towards freedom.
“Yes. Go now,”

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Their thang: https://www.tumblr.com/irreverent-saints

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Dravad is quite impulsive despite his quiet demanor. Sadly one of his impulses is “creature is getting away, bap at it with your hand”