Winter/Spring

Ember


Huginn: As the sun set, I saw its gleam settle in a tiny town.

Muninn: I saw you looking back into the west. A small town in the north of the south, in the east of the west?

H: That was the one. I remember how you fed me when I was dying from misery.

M: Well, as we fed Elijah, we would be truly sad if unable to feed ourselves.

H: Immortals should not feel such misery, such self-pity. I was weak.

M: No, you remembered how to be mortal, and besides, I enjoyed feeding you.

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