Really love that. It feels very much like both our own time and place in which this kind of speech was found in poetry, and I think it very well fits the world you've built where this version exists.
Thanks! I think it fits the world, too. I’ll have to do an edit on the final version to ensure consistency of voice, as I think it’s evolving a bit over time.
"Death diminished
My following. Feast freely now!
Make merry with mead; let mirth
And scáeli’s song soothe our hearts
This night in Heorot.”
Really love that. It feels very much like both our own time and place in which this kind of speech was found in poetry, and I think it very well fits the world you've built where this version exists.
Thanks! I think it fits the world, too. I’ll have to do an edit on the final version to ensure consistency of voice, as I think it’s evolving a bit over time.
hahah I totally get that, I’m noticing the same phenomenon with my own writing. Ah well, it goes where it goes sometimes.
Especially over time like this. And a good editing rarely does any writing any harm.