Give Me More
04-16-2016, 09:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2016, 09:59 AM by Alfrún.)
At the sound of her mother's call, the smallest and youngest of the Finnvi pups blinked and smiled. Oh, it was Winter-night! This would be her first þing, and her first blót as well. And oh, how she looked forward to this time when the gods were the closest to them. She had heard a hundred times the story of how she and her siblings had been conceived at a spring blót, with Odin descending into Laufey, taking a mortal form for a time to father children on Midgard. Who knew what mystical and lovely things could happen? She floated dreamily into the meeting, drifting like a dark downy feather caught in a breeze. "Halló, móðir," she spoke breathily, distracted for a moment as a blue-feathered butterfly drifted past her vision trailing sunbeams. She smiled distantly at the sight, the split in her lip parting to reveal the twisted gums and teeth there. Oh how lovely. It did not occur to her to glance at the thrall to share her wonder, the thrall whom she did not realize could not have seen the Other World that Runa so easily peered into, nor did she know that her mother's impassive mien could not behold it either. Oh, she was old enough to understand now that sometimes she saw things that no one else did - she just didn't yet know how to distinguish between what she saw and what everyone else saw. |