Scene LVIII

There was not a speck of derision.

He was making a pact at that moment.

Aslak was the owner of those corners. Corners that ought to be feared and respected even when possessing them.

The earth was allowing him to Rule over such territory as a son of its nature. Nonetheless, a wish like Ewelina's could not be overlooked with mockery. Much less when the glint of ferocity lays within her, even when vagueness was mixed inside as the character of the current woman had yet to absorb completely the self she truly was along her history.

He, as the Ruler of Sortnafeigr, was allowing her wish to be heard by the earth beneath their feet.

Making the compromise Ewelina also recognized as such, to be delayed to the powerful being moving and raising the nature surrounding them. Making it official. So the woman could leave behind any waver from the past she learned, to step forward in the unruly track of the savage South East without deviating from its ruddy and treacherous footings.