Edda

She wanders far into that cold abyss. Further and further until she can no longer see the light of the outside day. The air grows heavy.

Deeper and deeper she travels into a welcoming darkness, where not even her ancestors dared to tread. Still she wanders, following a whisper of voice that inspired such curiosity. She is not cold.

She does not pause in her scaling of the icy cavern walls, chip chip chipping away at frozen spots until they give enough for her to claw her way in. Her horns are bulky in the small crevices and her claws slip countless times but she is of Gaoler blood and navigates the way her mother taught her. Her mother was one of the best navigators she knew, tireless in pursuit and able to adapt to any terrain; her mother had been in the Seeker order after all. She wondered what her mother was doing at this moment and what she would say if she could see where her eldest had wandered.

She is shaken out of her musings as her claw slips and she nearly pays for her inattention as she stares down into the gaping abyss she has climbed. The whispers are more distinct now, curling into her thoughts almost eagerly. She steels her resolve, the whispers croon a sweet warning about wind and currents and fire and death. Edna is certain now what she must do.

Deeper and deeper still, she ventures alone.