Lost in the Ages

Siv Helsi · 10-04-2012, 09:38 AM

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(468)Party at Siv's house, whee!

Despite her questionable ethics, Siv was not without heart. She had taken to the girl fondly and was looking forward to having a woman’s assistance in the future. Yvette would be able to produce cloth and (if Siv chose) learn the art of sewing. The leatherworking would remain within her own family. This had been decided long ago, when she had recognized the value of such a thing. Even if she was not born Helsi, it was her name now and it would be Siv that they remembered. Not her parents, not Reykr or his family, but her.

She moved cautiously through the storm but did not compromise her speed. Siv was a large wolf even for her northern blood and unmoved by the howling wind. It beat against her cloak, tugged at her fur, and hurled debris after her. If this was the gods doing, she would survive it. Though her faith had been shattered and restored, she still did not think to truly disassociate such titans of weather to nature alone. There was little room for science within her, but reason and logic were strong things. Strong as the roots of the world tree.

Tracking was impossible. Siv used only her eyes, peering to places that a girl might hide. The barn might have been an obvious choice, but a massive fallen tree blocked her route. A sheep was crushed below it. Siv grimaced, hoping this was not the fate of the girl, and on impulse turned left.

She sunk twice into mud ankle-deep and only then realized her own dangerous situation. Still, she sensed herself going in the right direction. A wordless prayer was mouthed to Freyja, and again to Thor. It was then that she heard the high-pitched ki-yi of puppy screams that set her heart racing.

Yvette had been lucky. She was half hidden in what looked like it might have been a cave. Siv soon saw that it was not; only a section of rock that had jutted ahead and formed a sort of overhang. In the girl’s panic she must have thought it deeper. Pressed against the wall, the rain still buffeted in, but most of the larger debris had chosen an easier path around the blockade. Instinctively, Siv hailed her as a mother might hail its child. Yvette squealed and rushed for her, only to slip in the brackish water and slide half of the way.

Siv hauled her into her arms and the girl tucked her nose and face between the woman’s breast and elbow. She was shivering. Cold sickness, Siv thought grimly, knowing hypothermia by this term alone. She let a deep howl forth, signaling to Gale, and began to retreat towards her own home. It was not far from here and would provide the four wolves cover.

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