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๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง. ([personal profile] brennvin) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird 2023-10-01 11:04 pm (UTC)

Astrid considers it.

Weighs the offer from all angles, mentally scrutinising it like sheโ€™s looking for a trap underfoot, barbed teeth and hidden pits and rope to yank you off-balance. Perhaps someone more canny and political might have blanched at the open-endedness of it and seen the catch. But Astrid is perpetually so fixed on practical things she can see and touch: can you eat or drink it, does it taste good, can you smoke it, will it keep you warm on a cold night. A bird in the hand, etc etc.

And these mountain barbarians value their deals — their word is their bond — so it isnโ€™t in her nature to weasel her way out of an agreement and dishonour a favour owed, either. So.

She makes a decision. Spits in her palm, holds it out for a shake. โ€œDeal,โ€ she says.

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