The Hawk and The Rat

The Taste of Loneliness

Hyrrokkin let out a blissful sigh as she sank down onto her back into the soft grass beneath her. She had been busier than usual as of late with a string of young men and women coming of age. It meant that she and the other blacksmiths had their work cut out for them with supplying the tribe with what they'd need for the youths' training. This of course, also meant that Hyrrokkin had to deal with more people as well. Especially with the youth who were unaware of Hyrrokkin's nature.

They quickly learned.

Having the moment of peace for herself was more than a blessing in the witch's eyes. She needed a break, that was for sure. Some place she could sit and not feel overwhelmed to the point that she needed to cover her ears or close her eyes. For now, she supposed, sitting here in the cool youth of the night would have to do.

Of course, with her luck, this wasn't to last.

One of her eyes fluttered open, peering upwards into a familiar pale green eye and a yellowed grin. Hyrrokkin huffed, blinking a few times before she sat up. "A girl can't get any peace and quiet around here, can she?" Despite the annoyance that filled her voice, there was a faint trace of a smile crossing her lips. "What brings you out here at this time, Vankasken?" she asked, sitting up slowly as the necromancer moved to settle beside her.

"You just looked like you could use the company," Vankasken responded, peering out across the landscape beyond the small hill. At his answer, Hyrrokkin found herself eyeing the lanky man, something similar to curiosity lighting up in her eyes before she averted her gaze to the horizon and let out a faint huff of a laugh.

"Is that so?" she asked. "Do I really look that lonely?"

It was Vankasken's turn to eye her up and down. There was something in his knowing gaze that had Hyrro's features sombering and her head turning away. It was only when a quiet "yes" filled her ears that the tired woman returned her attention to Kasken. There was an exchange of what could only be described as silent understanding between the two, and with it, Hyrrokkin allowed herself to lean slightly against the other magister, eyes cast out towards the horizon.

Maybe she wasn't alone, but this was still just as peaceful.