short chap. i know.. i've got no time ... maybe once school's over? ... whatev. i'm sorry
The Brynja lived out of wagons, like the standard Traveling People in any faerie tale. They settled only for the most brutal of winter's months and spent the rest of the time wandering, trading and working their business.
Since I was only ten, I had never thought to ask what their business was, but as I sat upon that rattling cart, I realized I had no idea what I had been gotten into. Three other carts rumbled along side mine as I buried myself in thought.
As we moved towards our destination, I questioned myself about my knowledge of the clan. I discovered that I knew very little.
While not entirely secretive, the Brynja was a community of recluses, as far as I understood, young women between the ages of maybe eighteen and thirty. They seemed pretty harmless as people went, and they carried themselves with a certain bearing that proved to me their involvement in something secretive and powerful; it was a grace of sorts, but contained within them was a dark and mysterious pride.
Later I would discover that everyone single one of them was either a vampire or a blood-bonded human. Nor, at the time, did I know that I would later come to fill both roles. All my youth understood was that I was entering an unknown life with strangers and had no idea what to expect.