Norðrljós
01-09-2016, 11:47 AM
Lyndvarr wasn't sure at first why he'd woken. He blinked in the darkness wondering if he'd had some strange dream that had stirred him from his rest but if that were the case sure the phantoms of the dream would be left clinging to the outside of his vision. It was only when he turned his head that he saw lights dancing across the sky. His ears laid back as he watched. For some reason the Northern Lights always set him on edge. He certainly didn't think that strange, shifting fire in the sky was a sign of anything good but he wouldn't let his wariness show. What was it his mother had said bout the Northern Lights? Was it something about dancing spirits? Or were they indeed trails of heavenly fire? Lynd frowned, fighting the rise of sorrow in his chest. Day by day it seemed his mothers voice was drifting farther from him. Her scent fading. He closed his eyes, willing the memories to renew. Lyndvarr sighed. He wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he knew that much. So the man got to his feet and slipped out of the den to get a drink when he noticed Inga and Kapra gazing at the sky. Slowly he moved to join them, sitting on the other side of Inga. "God kveld, Kapra, Inga." He paused for a moment before glancing at the pair. "Say Inga… what are those lights in the sky? I mean I know what they're called but what are they?" Walk, "Talk" Think |