mess is mine

*Naudir* · 01-21-2017, 10:22 AM

The gods had been silent to her as of late. Her dreams were dark and void of any meaning and she feared that her gift had left her. Either that or she had done something to earn the gods displeasure but she did not know what that could be. She did not consider herself a warrior but had she not fought valiantly agains the mad wolf that had attached her? Had she not torn his flesh and left him in a defeated pile? Helpless against the jaws of the earless woman?

Above her Branwen and Balthazaar were flying in their usual pattern, forward and back, spiraling, dancing in the sky above her. Balthazaar occasionally quipping at the slowness of the ground travelers. She ignored him, blue eyes intent on the path before her.

"Naudir, Naudir look!"

She lifted her head to gaze at Branwen as the pale raven landed on her shoulders and she gazed out at the land in front of her, her breath sucking in sharply. The Bifröst. She hesitated as she approached, fearful of taking a step upon a path she wasn't sure a mortal should be stepping on but then ahead she saw a familiar pelt and her eyes widened. Ásvor! She raced out across the sand, sending a spray of sand shimmering into the air like a kaleidoscope. "Ásvor! I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen anyone in so long, what are you doing here?"

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