sometimes the old ways are best

Siv Helsi · 06-28-2012, 02:23 AM

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(300) for my bb.

At the crown of night a purple-blackness, not entirely unlike her own pelt, blossomed and threatened to grow and reach into the very bloody section of sky beyond the treeline. Siv did not think she would ever truly tire of watching the sunrise and sunset, and thought of the chariots, of the wolves, and all the stories she had been told as a girl. Many of these she had passed on to her own child, when they she had been old enough to understand them. She had told her them before that too, when Draugr had been a child and Siv had carried her over mountains and streams and terrible distances.

A noise rose from nearby, though it was slight enough that Siv did not notice it at first. She turned her head and spotted the girl, a familiar shape to her, not far from her home. So much of her cousin did she see in the child that it worried her, though Dra had been lucky and not inherited his colors. Only those pale eyes, and those paler patches of white truly marked her as his offspring. Of course, Siv would never give Reykr anything more than his manhood credit for such a thing. She had raised the child, and she had kept her safe all this time. Even after a war, her child was unharmed. The gods favored Siv Helsi, and she believed this every time she looked upon this thing she had made.

The subordination pleased her. Something about that suggested she still held sway over the girl, and while Siv was one to spoil, she did so with a very firm hand. A faint smile crossed her face and she stepped down from her home to approach her daughter. “Do you remember why the sun falls?”

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