The Aftermath of Miscalculation
A starter for @red-roadside-poppies
The halls that led to the healing ward were sparsely populated this evening as one particular aesir made the long journey from her quarters. For this Hlin was thankful. The last thing she wanted was to patronized for the wounds she was sporting.
She could hear them now “Again? A goddess of Protection who can’t even protect herself?pitiful.”
The woman strides into her destination, both hands covered by a long cloak with the flow and colour of Midgard’s vast oceans. Peering around the place for Eir’s familiar face, Attempting to be as discreet as she did so. Unfortunately her gaze not find who she was looking for.
“Eir? I-” Hlin pauses to peer under the cloak at her hands, suppressing a wince as the fabric brushes up against them
“-I require some assistance.”