sometimes the old ways are best

Siv Helsi · 06-28-2012, 11:32 PM

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There was a vague sense of desperation within her daughter, as if there was some unknown or unforeseen threat for her words or her boldness. This was wise, of course. Siv had brought her to a place that demanded respect and obedience and even such questions could be seen as treachery to the right eyes. Sirius was a man led by paranoia, and Salvia…well, they did not call her Tigress for nothing.

Siv’s home was, as was the way of witches, cluttered without being disorganized. She had many odds and ends, trinkets, holy signs and less important items scattered throughout. Drying plants hung from taunt cords, various animal pelts covered makeshift seats, and everywhere the symbols of her faith were drawn or fashioned out of bones, or feathers, or carefully woven vines. This too, was part of her trickery. By hiding the obvious with supposed clutter, with places for eyes to wander and look for things, she distracted her guests. They never saw what she did not wish them to see.

One hand gestured lazily towards the seating around the firepit, in which fresh wood waited to be burnt. It was dim within her home and so she trailed towards where a lamp, taken from the fall of Boreas, flickered and gave off the only light within the place. While she moved, lifting a carefully packed bundle of kindling from a pile, her ears swiveled and focused on Draugr’s voice.

“You must be prepared,” she said slowly, thinking of how best to explain such a delicate thing. “To do things you may not like in his name. A king,” the witch went on, and lit the small bundle in her hand by using a longer stick sparked from the lamp. “A king has power because his people allow it. You saw how easy this can change, did you not?” With the small torch in hand, she moved to the firepit and squatted, positioning the bundle below the carefully stacked branches and logs.

“The gods do not see men as kings,” she went on, and looked her daughter firmly in the eyes. “Above all, remember you serve gods before men. No woman,” the witch added sharply. “Should ever think of herself below a man.”

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