but this hunger, it isn't you

random event "Oh I do like a deal," the Eirachi purrs, raising blue tinged fingers with sharp, black nails and clicking them. The sound rings across the Sea of Glass, and somewhere one might believe a crack has appeared in it, some mark of the deity's contract with Wessex. "Your questions for now, then," she says, nodding in a mockery of politeness. "I am the wind and the snow. I am the biting frost and the white sleep of a blizzard. I am Eirachi, the Deepfrost goddess."