It was strange, being with people other than Runa, again. Stranger still that none of them were Avvar - grumbling about the cold as they folded up into their bedrolls, pulling close to the fire. It wasn't that Nadja didn't get cold so much as that she didn't mind it. She was acclimatized to it. And the fur that licked at her throat kept her from the worst of it, anyway. She sat on her own bedroll, sleep far away, gazing up at the sky. The stars, at least, were still the same. She could rely on those, wherever they were.
She didn't realise she was humming - a quiet song, oddly hopeful, and one that no mortal would recognize. Happier times lay inside it, an unknown future of a better world. A completeness that lay just beyond the edge of the horizon. She closed her eyes as the hum turned into a song, the words completely incomprehensible, but seemed to touch the soul anyway.
It was the thread of despair in the song that turned it awry.
Nadja An Hildegarde || Dragon Age OC || Native
It was strange, being with people other than Runa, again. Stranger still that none of them were Avvar - grumbling about the cold as they folded up into their bedrolls, pulling close to the fire. It wasn't that Nadja didn't get cold so much as that she didn't mind it. She was acclimatized to it. And the fur that licked at her throat kept her from the worst of it, anyway. She sat on her own bedroll, sleep far away, gazing up at the sky. The stars, at least, were still the same. She could rely on those, wherever they were.
She didn't realise she was humming - a quiet song, oddly hopeful, and one that no mortal would recognize. Happier times lay inside it, an unknown future of a better world. A completeness that lay just beyond the edge of the horizon. She closed her eyes as the hum turned into a song, the words completely incomprehensible, but seemed to touch the soul anyway.
It was the thread of despair in the song that turned it awry.
The loss, that betrayed the Hope.