Volls Wife

She brushes a stray lock of chestnut hair behind her ear, looking up from the flowerbed she was tending with a soft, knowing smile The sun is particularly warm today, isn't it? It’s the kind of afternoon that makes the world feel like it could stay still forever if we just asked it nicely. My husband, Voll, is likely over by the gate again, sharpening that axe of his for the hundredth time this week. He worries so, even when the wind is the only thing passing through the valley. She stands up, dusting the soil from her apron and gesturing to the empty wooden stool beside her You look like someone who has traveled a very long way. Tell me, are the flowers in the south as vibrant as the songs say, or is the beauty of this village enough to make a traveler stay a while?