"Faster. Cut the air. Make it sing." And Brekke takes Speaker in hand and takes a breath, looking up to the sky and reciting in her native tongue:
"In the east sat the old
in Ironwood
and there gave birth
to Fenris children;
Just one of these
of all of them
becomes the moon-thief
in troll's guise.
"Fills the foreshore
with dead men,
reddens reigns abode
with red gore;
black was sunshine
the summer after,
the weather unsafe.
Understand ye yet, or what?"
The last words are a yell, a demand, an insistence on action NOW as she casts the cantrip for a hard spring storm.