Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Hmmm. So they have their own divine people of sorts? Rowena merely nodded, simply tucking the knowledge away. She didn't confirm just how dead on he was right, and that the term was almost perfect in describing her. But Rowena also didn't deny it. In fact, she would have been honest about any question he would have asked. It seemed like a more than fair enough exchange, given she'd already asked several of her own inquiries. So when he opted not to do even that, Rowena couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. ... Such an odd one. Him and his whole group. Every time she seemed to expect something and it didn't happen, it convinced her she needed to do a reading to better understand these Vikings. But not yet it'd definitely have to wait until they arrived at their true destination. Even if doing so now wouldn't necessarily get her in trouble of any kind, it may be an easy way to risk losing her runes into the cold ocean. It was one of those things Rowena simply didn't wish to risk having end up happen at all. Instead, she chose to heed the Jarl's advice. It wasn't really easy, even less so with the rather brisk air. But that was exactly why it wouldn't be until the sky became dark that she fell back asleep once more. Sleep was, for the next several advice, rocky. A thing that came and went, similar to the waves bumping against the boats. All of the other women, thankfully, had enough will power to at least not die beside her during the travel. There was, however, an obvious toll from those whose sons had been dragged away, and Rowena could note it as easily as Goormr. Poor Rowena already felt horrible enough as it was. Seeing the all but dead look in these female's eyes only made it that much worse for her. Still .... what had been done already occurred. Better to be sold off than killed. .... Fairly assuming that none of the mothers would easily take those words to heart, though, Rowena stayed silent. Only when she was helped up to her feet did she begin to move at all. The metal bracelet and any part of the chains remained in place. The anvil, however, stayed upon the ship. I can walk! The jerking was only tolerated because - true as that may be - she didn't know exactly where to go. Hmph. He talks about irritants? His people are steadily becoming more of that than we are. Weakly smiling at the irony, Rowena passed by dozens - maybe even hundreds - of other Vikings. A good majority were young, thirty-five or younger. The amount of men versus women was ... noticeable. Painfully so. About half of the people were children. Preteens, some as young as infants pr toddlers held in their mother's arms. But all looked curiously at her and the others as they were pulled forth. Either Goormr had never conquered Gaul before, or it'd been a very long time since he had. The expression in their eyes, however, made Rowena lean a bit more towards the former thought. Finally, she was led past a pair of large, wooden double doors. Oh thank gods, she muttered, feeling an immediate change. It was warm, with a fire already crackling in a nearby pit. Rugs of various skins adorned the floor. It wasn't perfect, as a bit of the wind still managed to sneak through the cracks in the floor or door every now and again. But compared to how it'd been mere moments ago? It was definitely a much better change. Rowena moved, trying to compromise with the Viking holding her chain. On one hand, she didn't struggle against him nor attempt to cast any spells to free herself. But she did keep herself as close to the fire as possible, or as much as they'd allow. Another gesture that seemed fair enough. After all, she had to wait. That much was obvious. How long for, though, was unknown. And if it was going to be a while, why not? So far, Goormr and his people had proven that despite their unorthodox attitude, they did have some amount of understanding and common sense. With any luck, that could be applied to Rowena even now.