Rem-iniscing

Narnvak was something else entirely, in Rune’s opinion. She’d heard of fanciful places of vacation where one encountered warm sunny beaches as far as the eye could see, but seeing it in reality was another story entirely. And that did not speak of the eerie mist that seemed to be ruddy everywhere at any point in the day. If one place had mist during the day, another place had mist at night. If one patch of the territory was bright and sunny, another was dreary and downright dreadful to tread through. Rune swore the weather was sentient. It had to be. Were their local deities that accounted for the odd weather phenomenon? Yes. A dozen, at least, though it felt like more. Did that mean Rune believed the weather was any less sentient? Absolutely not. It was unnatural, eerie, and she swore it had it’s own personal vendetta and desires. Or maybe that was just Rune’s luck with the universe as it were. She did not, it seem, have very good luck. Rune wasn’t entirely thrilled to be in