sometimes the old ways are best

Siv Helsi · 06-28-2012, 04:07 AM

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The secret fears of her daughter were ones Siv did not understand. She would certainly have objected to Draugr choosing another faith, or asking to leave Salsola, there was nothing harmful in entertaining a pet or a child’s whim. Siv was understanding to an extent, though she expected certain values and ideas to hold sway overall. Thus, she had no idea of the torment going on in her daughter’s head, having been a child that adapted quickly and was entirely outspoken. That Dra would be more introverted had never crossed her mind—she simply assumed the girl slow.

Her ears swiveled to rapt attention at the soft voice, and surprised, she stared. It was a bold statement, especially for someone so low in the ranks. Many of Salsola seemed to blur the lines between king and god. Siv herself had helped to fan these flames, at least in Sirius’ own eyes, and she certainly didn’t expect that Draugr would be capable of distinguishing the two forms of worship at such a young age. Pleased, a deep and terrible smile grew on her face.

“Yes,” she affirmed, and pulled her daughter close to her. “Mortals are not gods; even our King is not a god. That is why we do not name children after gods.” On this, Siv was certain. She let her hand raise and caress the tresses of Draugr’s hair, admiring their color, pleased it was like her own. “Come inside, if it will ease your worries. My home will always be safe for you.”

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