sigridharem

“Come in,” Sigrid said absently, beginning to sketch out a provisional schedule.

The door creaked open. “Well, don’t you look busy. Too busy to see an old friend?”

Sigrid all but leaped to her feet. “Katja!”

Katja cut a splendid figure in leather armor and a fur cloak, one hand on her hip as Sigrid rushed to embrace her. She’d cut her hair since Sigrid had last seen her, and now had close-cropped brown curls.

“I can’t believe you’re back! How was the south? How is Sif?” Sigrid paused. “I’m asking too many questions.”

Katja laughed heartily. “Well, I’ve been voyaging for nearly a year. Took a liking to it, obviously. How many hearts have you broken since I left?”

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