Give Me More
06-08-2016, 08:30 PM
As the pack began to gather, an excitement began to build in the youth, shining out through bright eyes. Kapra's greeting to the three Yfir pups brought a quiet wiggle as she settled her gaze on him. "Oh yes, Uncle Kapra, very much so," she beamed at him with a smile that showed the gap in lip and teeth. "Our Father will be with us tonight won't he, Uncle?" she added thoughtfully, though the particular lilt as she asked the question made it clear she was not referring to Laufey, who she knew was too ill to attend, as were Taufr and Raesa. She spared a sad thought for her eldest two littermates, who would be missing their first blot because of the illness that kept them confined. She hadn't long though, before her mother had opened the þing with announcements. Runa's eyes widened with consternation at the news that one of the older pups had been stolen away by a concubine, then narrowed to thoughtful slits. She tilted her head to bring the sky above her into her field of vision, her gaze unfocusing and going hazy as she sought the gods to whom they were kin. Surely they were watching over Eisleif as well, for she was also of their kin. Would they keep her safe? Or was this a test for the young Finnvi? The gods, Runa knew, did not often see fit to intervene in Midgard, for if they interfered how would the Midgardians grow stronger? But she hoped that Eisleif would be all right. The disease was... less worrying to the girl, who did not yet see much point in looking beyond their borders. She was unconcerned by the news of southern deaths, though it did bring to mind the worry about Laufey and Raesa and Taufr... but no, Tau and Rae were both getting better, even if they weren't completely well yet. Finnvi wolves were far stronger than Ardent wolves, so surely they did not need concern themselves with this pandemic. She did come back to focus as her mother turned a stern silver gaze over the three pups. Blinking vaguely, Runa made certain she was sitting straight and neat as attention was drawn to them, a vagueness replaced with a warm glow. They were ready to begin formal training? It was indeed an auspicious night, then. The delicate young Finnvi rose smoothly to her paws and stepped forward a few quiet steps. "Móðir," she began with a seriousness in her high, soft voice that was entirely at odds with her physical age. "I have long felt the call of the gods leading me. If you find me worthy, I would wish nothing more than to become gyðja, and train to one day be goði." |
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