Had she known what he was thinking, she would have punched his arm- hard. The army meant a lot to her, and was a symbol of her ability to see and participate in a means to an end. Turgall was the only army accepting of women in such a way, and secretly, she hoped this meant great changes for the future, even if this path would fail.
Great things came from slow built empires, and Connlaoth was no exception.S he was not ignorant enough to think the country was destined to remained as it were- and if this civil war didn't make it evident enough...
Change was in the air.
The next town they stopped at seemed irrelevant. She was surprised no one had bothered to confront the army thus far. However, the storm had never once ceased, and here, where the land began to flatten, it seemed the snow was the heaviest. Had they been int he front of the marching army, they'd have been faced with dealing with the wall of snow around them- but after several hundred men had already tramped through it, it was at least walkable by the time Igna and Jacen were walking down the way.
She lifted the fur lined hood of her jacket and peered at the church, which was a small building resting ontop of the hill. She wondered if she could get a moment to pray..
And though she was never real religious before..
Part of her felt like she needed some connection to the greater forces and Gods of this world.
But she was also tired and had hoped stopping at a town meant they could stay in a building for shelter, but the town was so small, tents had to be erected. At least she was still able to remain with Jacen. Once their tent was built, Igna sighed and glanced towards the church.
"Do you believe in Ansgar?" she asked him suddenly before turning to look his way.
