Greeter; ∟ sprxngtxme ofgriimm ironsiides kingxtyrant & xldrnari
Iðunn frowned at the grazes on her palm, looking perplexed by the blood beading on her skin. "I'm hurt," she whispered in disbelief. "I don't... I don't understand." Last she remembered, she had been safe in her orchard. It was a sanctuary in which no harm could befall her... But then she'd been led astray, guided by a voice that gave false promises... "What is this place?"











