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The people here were…friendly, for the most part. Heather couldn't help but think that the townsfolk still couldn't believe that she was the long lost daughter of the chief. It's not that they despised or mistreated her in the week she's been on the isle, not that they got the chance to anyways with Dagur's constant surveillance, but she hasn't quite earned her trust among them, either.
The people did not trust them, not the wayward son nor the unknown daughter. Dagur kept her introduction brief before hurrying the pair back inside the chief's manor.
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Heather's first time on Berserker Island, but her homecoming is a little different than what she expected.
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I’m finally brave enough to post chapter 1 of my longfic, if you’re interested in viking politics and heather then please do read :p






















