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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

Bryn and John
"It is avoiding it. So I don't have to spend the next couple of hours thinking about it. I wish I could have kept my anger, then I could be doing it without feeling so much. But... I honestly thank the gods that Astrid or Brenna did not want to come watch." She glanced up into the gallery, where she knew Dan sat. At least he didn't have to witness her being cold blooded. "I am in need of a subject change. I swear to you on at the feet of all the gods, that I will go through with this. But I cannot stand here and think about it any more. The children, and Miguel will have justice."

Bryn walked over to a flat panel in the wall. With a touch it slid down. "How would you like a taste of an ale that is almost as old as I am?" Behind the panel sat several chilled glass steins, and more than one tap. "It was brewed when I was still human." She glanced back at him. She knew the brew well. She had been there when it was babied almost as much as their children had been.