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"Correspondance"
Characters: Bryn Pendragon & Einar Ulf Herleifr, everyone else gets mentioned here and there
Summary: Letters have a way of bringing people together. Post-"canon", Bryn begins exchanging letters with her brother again.
Warnings: Passing mentions of wartime trauma, death & Shitty Parental Figures
Dear
For the attention of L
Einar,
I've decided that while Reifr and I are out traveling,it might not be a bad idea to I'll be keeping you updated on our whereabouts with letters. Don't worry too much about writing back to every single one, as we'll be on the move quite often. Really, I don't expect you to have all that much interesting to say, especially not in comparison to mine. After all, I'll be leaving and you'll be staying behi Especially since we'll be having all sorts of adventures, and you'll be busy supporting Lady Valfreyja. Do try your best to keep up with her.
Are you worried? I'm certain you are. I can just imagine you pinching your brow as you read this and fretting away about what we might be getting ourselves into. But I'll thank you not to underestimate me! I'm quite the seasoned traveler at this point. I'm certain we won't have anything to worry about.
with
from y
Brynhilde
Einar,
I'm certain word of our exploits have reached you by now, but don't fret! Both of us emerged from the scuffle unharmed. Really, it was the bandits who came out worst for wear. I presume they saw a young girl such as myself and an ex-noble traveling on foot and took us for easy prey. Well, we certainly showed them! Though I can certainly take care of myself, I was quite impressed with Reifr, also. He's come quite the way from the pampered noble boy I met so long ago – seeing him fend for himself is a sight to behold! And the reward from the nearby village was quite the surprise, too. By the sounds of things, these bandits had been involved in quite a bit of tomfoolery and the villagers were glad to see the back of them. For now, we've decided to save the reward for a rainy day. See? Aren't I responsible?
Speaking of rainy days, it seems the weather's turning already. I'm not quite sure how to feel about it. While the cooler weather will be more comfortable to travel in, heavy rainfall will certainly impede our progress. We don't really have much choice but to wait and see how things unfold. To be frank, it's quite frustrating, but there isn't much we can do about it.
Is it getting cold in Favollr, too? We haven't traveled far, so I imagine it must be. Knowing you, you'd be stubbornly out in the gardens tending to your flowers even in six feet of snow.Make sure to wrap up warm so you don't I'm sure Lady Valfreyja would be quite disappointed if you were to get sick, so be certain to dress properly when you're outside.
I wonder, does Raskogr enjoy playing in the snow? It's a shame I won't be there to see it.I'll make sure to Perhaps I'll visit during the winter season.
Brynhilde
Dear Einar,
Well, the worst has happened. Or I suppose not the "worst" but something quite frustrating, either way. Our plans originally were to follow the track through the Kjarra Tongue Valley and make our way to Lonsheior – Reifr tells me they hold a rather lively festival around this time of year and I was hoping to see it. But with the weather being what it is, there's been all manner of mudslides and rockslides in the valley and now the path is partially blocked. We could take the long way around, but that would take us across grassland that's certainly reduced to soup by now and we would never make it in time. So, for now, we don't have much choice but to stay here and wait out the weather. We're staying in the village of Lon, so you may be able to send a letter if you send it swiftly enough.
Pardon the brevity of this letter. I'm afraid there isn't really much to say about our situation. Perhaps it's not really worth sending in the first place, but I've written it now and you're going to have to read it. So there.
Brynhilde
Dear Einar,
I had a strange talk with a man at the inn today.
He claimed to be a veteran adventurer and he certainly looked the part and was quite happy to talk with us for a time. He had some very interesting stories, too. But after some time – I don't quite remember how, but the topic turned to family and he spoke about the daughter he had left behind at home, with his wife. He spoke of her as if she were very young, so I assumed he hadn't been gone for very long. But as it turned out, he hadn't returned home in over ten years and hadn't seen his daughter in that long, either. In his head, she was still the child that he had left with her mother, even though she's certain to be a young lady by now. And he spoke of how he was certain it must have been hard for the two of them, and that they must have suffered dreadfully without a husband in the house, but he knew they were proud of him and that was good enough.
I'm quite proud to admit that it ended in a bit of an argument. I asked him how he could speak with such certainty of their feelings when he hadn't spoken to them in so long. And why he seemed so content with the idea that his wife and daughter were suffering? Just whose pride was on the line in all his stories?
His response was quite colourful, so I'm sure you'll understand why I'll refrain from repeating it. And perhaps it was foolish to pick a fight. I don't imagine it will change anything. I just couldn't stop myself.
Maybe it's the rain making all of us restless. When we were done arguing, I didn't even feel angry anymore. I just felt quitesad and drained. And it made me want to write to you about wonder what you might think.
Please give my regards to Lady Valfreyja and your little one. I was wondering about her today – your little one, that is. I don't plan to be gone for quite as long as that horrid man, but she's certain to have grown a bit by the time I return. Do you think she'll grow quick? You and Lady Valfreyja are quite tall, so I imagine she will. I'm still quite small though... do you think she might outgrow me one day? Or even you. Imagine what the portraits would look like!
Brynhilde
Characters: Bryn Pendragon & Einar Ulf Herleifr, everyone else gets mentioned here and there
Summary: Letters have a way of bringing people together. Post-"canon", Bryn begins exchanging letters with her brother again.
Warnings: Passing mentions of wartime trauma, death & Shitty Parental Figures
Einar,
I've decided that while Reifr and I are out traveling,
Are you worried? I'm certain you are. I can just imagine you pinching your brow as you read this and fretting away about what we might be getting ourselves into. But I'll thank you not to underestimate me! I'm quite the seasoned traveler at this point. I'm certain we won't have anything to worry about.
Brynhilde
Einar,
I'm certain word of our exploits have reached you by now, but don't fret! Both of us emerged from the scuffle unharmed. Really, it was the bandits who came out worst for wear. I presume they saw a young girl such as myself and an ex-noble traveling on foot and took us for easy prey. Well, we certainly showed them! Though I can certainly take care of myself, I was quite impressed with Reifr, also. He's come quite the way from the pampered noble boy I met so long ago – seeing him fend for himself is a sight to behold! And the reward from the nearby village was quite the surprise, too. By the sounds of things, these bandits had been involved in quite a bit of tomfoolery and the villagers were glad to see the back of them. For now, we've decided to save the reward for a rainy day. See? Aren't I responsible?
Speaking of rainy days, it seems the weather's turning already. I'm not quite sure how to feel about it. While the cooler weather will be more comfortable to travel in, heavy rainfall will certainly impede our progress. We don't really have much choice but to wait and see how things unfold. To be frank, it's quite frustrating, but there isn't much we can do about it.
Is it getting cold in Favollr, too? We haven't traveled far, so I imagine it must be. Knowing you, you'd be stubbornly out in the gardens tending to your flowers even in six feet of snow.
I wonder, does Raskogr enjoy playing in the snow? It's a shame I won't be there to see it.
Brynhilde
Dear Einar,
Well, the worst has happened. Or I suppose not the "worst" but something quite frustrating, either way. Our plans originally were to follow the track through the Kjarra Tongue Valley and make our way to Lonsheior – Reifr tells me they hold a rather lively festival around this time of year and I was hoping to see it. But with the weather being what it is, there's been all manner of mudslides and rockslides in the valley and now the path is partially blocked. We could take the long way around, but that would take us across grassland that's certainly reduced to soup by now and we would never make it in time. So, for now, we don't have much choice but to stay here and wait out the weather. We're staying in the village of Lon, so you may be able to send a letter if you send it swiftly enough.
Pardon the brevity of this letter. I'm afraid there isn't really much to say about our situation. Perhaps it's not really worth sending in the first place, but I've written it now and you're going to have to read it. So there.
Brynhilde
Dear Einar,
I had a strange talk with a man at the inn today.
He claimed to be a veteran adventurer and he certainly looked the part and was quite happy to talk with us for a time. He had some very interesting stories, too. But after some time – I don't quite remember how, but the topic turned to family and he spoke about the daughter he had left behind at home, with his wife. He spoke of her as if she were very young, so I assumed he hadn't been gone for very long. But as it turned out, he hadn't returned home in over ten years and hadn't seen his daughter in that long, either. In his head, she was still the child that he had left with her mother, even though she's certain to be a young lady by now. And he spoke of how he was certain it must have been hard for the two of them, and that they must have suffered dreadfully without a husband in the house, but he knew they were proud of him and that was good enough.
I'm quite proud to admit that it ended in a bit of an argument. I asked him how he could speak with such certainty of their feelings when he hadn't spoken to them in so long. And why he seemed so content with the idea that his wife and daughter were suffering? Just whose pride was on the line in all his stories?
His response was quite colourful, so I'm sure you'll understand why I'll refrain from repeating it. And perhaps it was foolish to pick a fight. I don't imagine it will change anything. I just couldn't stop myself.
Maybe it's the rain making all of us restless. When we were done arguing, I didn't even feel angry anymore. I just felt quite
Please give my regards to Lady Valfreyja and your little one. I was wondering about her today – your little one, that is. I don't plan to be gone for quite as long as that horrid man, but she's certain to have grown a bit by the time I return. Do you think she'll grow quick? You and Lady Valfreyja are quite tall, so I imagine she will. I'm still quite small though... do you think she might outgrow me one day? Or even you. Imagine what the portraits would look like!
Brynhilde