Chapter 380: A Brief Rest
The Mothers and the chieftain stayed at the gate and watched as Stryg and his companions left the village behind. The others had gone back into their homes to avoid the rain, but First Mother and Jahn opted to stay until Stryg finally passed the village’s outer clearing and disappeared into the tree line.
“Are you alright, sister?” Jahn asked quietly.
“Obviously,” she said curtly, though her eyes stayed on the tree line.
Jahn smiled sympathetically. “I know it wasn’t easy, letting your son go once more.”
“...I’m fine.”
“He’ll be back, you know. In a few months, perhaps.”
“I said I’m fine,” she snapped, but her eyes still did not leave the tree line.
“...Alright, I’ll leave you be.” Jahn turned to leave, “Still,” he stopped, “I can’t believe you gave Stryg our grandmother’s ring.”
“Is that so?” First sighed deeply and pulled the scarlet-ebon wreath off her brow. She tilted her head up towards the storm clouds and closed her eyes. Her hood slipped down and her hair was exposed to the elements. The rainwater slowly washed away the black dye and left her hair as pale as the moon.