the longest night

Siv Helsi · 12-23-2011, 04:20 AM

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The night had come quickly. Siv knew such a thing was to be expected. She had spent the day gathering supplies, ensuring that her daughter would be watched for, and ignoring the gnawing hunger that came with the fast. It kept her mind clear.

Steady steps carried her into the woods, but she walked without a destination in mind. She knew that the place would find her; it was simple logic, this thought. Magic worked best when it was not guided. The ebb and flow of the universe and of the worlds was not one she truly understood, but she was young yet, and she was an infant in the eyes of many, and she was nothing in the eyes of more. Siv was humbled in this respect, though one would not think it from her confident steps or the way she carried herself. Master of her domain, the she-wolf knew her body well and trusted the instincts and the trail that the gods laid out for her.

She found the place after an hour. It was dark by then, and this was why the rather unremarkable patch of woodland became mighty. There was a gap between the bare boughs, and while small, it was enough to see the sky clearly. Siv took a singular, slow lap around the area—if this had been claimed for a fairy ring, she would have fled the place. Superstitions had clung to her even when the faith had not; it was a funny thought, really.

Both had returned, though, and she settled near the center of this grassy circle and began to prepare the fire. It took her a long time, clearing out a space and setting the branches just so. The flames struggled against the cold wind, but she coaxed them gently and with low-whispered words. In time, the small campfire burned stalwartly against the cold, but Siv knew this was not the end of it. She would sit vigil until dawn and ensure the fire burnt on.

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