MAY THE SECOND BITE YOU IN THE BREAST

The bandit faced girl’s trip to the lagoon had proved fruitless. From what she could gather, Leon, one of her only friends, had disappeared some time ago. While some might just accept that fact, Geirdriful decided she would find out where he had disappeared to. She had planned to visit all the islands anyway and she knew he must be on one of them – he wouldn’t leave them entirely, surely not without saying goodbye. Perhaps his father had sent him on a mission. While she didn’t know much about the lagoon, she did know that the men were sometimes sent to other islands for reasons she was not privy to. The bachelors weren’t the most talkative bunch, however, and gaining information of where Leon might have been sent was proving difficult.

After a short absence, Geirdriful had returned to the mountain during the night. Since her cousin Reginleif had left the peaks, Geirdriful often took over the role of stalking the ridges that overlooked well-worn path and main meeting areas of her mountain home. She had turned it into something of a game, to hop between ledges and balance on precarious edges. She knew her limits and what was too dangerous but it passed the time when things were quiet.

After a good rest in one of the caverns (that appeared to be too much bother for predators to get to), the dunalino girl stood out on one of the high ledges overlooking the goings on of the peak. Her interest was piqued when a mare came into view with a very young foal. The pair tipped their muzzles and called out into the mountain air. Before she could respond, two more figures appeared. The group seemed to know each other, though Geirdriful recognised none of them. It was odd to see a stallion on the mountain, but it was not something that bothered the over in the slightest.

Geirdriful gave a flick of her tail made a decision and hopped down the first ledge without hesitation, easily navigating the ridge she ended up on (that would lead to the main platform where the small group stood). As she reached them, she caught the last few words the first mare spoke, what do you two know of gods and demi-gods

”Gods don’ care much wha’ we do unless we make ‘em. Ai’ve gaw dair own Godly suff a deal wi’" she answered, jumping down to their level, "Unless you annoy ‘em, ah is" she concluded, blue eyes drifting over the group individually. “Haven’ seen you law around here before. You new?” her gaze settled on the filly briefly, “Ah one cer-inly is” she noted with a smile and a nod to the filly before looking over the three adults, “Name’s Geirdriful, a warrior of is peak. You gaw names?” or more importantly, were they going to give her those names?