All the words are gonna bleed from me
Rota
12-27-2021, 12:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-31-2021, 09:57 PM by Iðunn. Edited 2 times in total.)
She grunted loudly, teeth gripped tightly around the flat stone as she dragged it away from the wall towards a nearby copse of cedar trees, intending to set it down beneath the trees. It didn't take her too long to drag it the short distance, and by the time she sat back to make sure it was in the correct spot, faint rays from the morning sun were just beginning to light up the sky. Ears tipping forward and a soft gasp leaving her maw, Iðunn began to hurry her preparations, not wanting to miss the perfect moment to begin her preparation. If she waited till the sun had risen it would be too late, and she wouldn't go through with her prayer if everything wasn't set up perfectly. Iðunn gathered up her small selection of mushrooms and herbs, more than enough for a few bites and a little extra just in case, and set them down in a small pile next to the flat stone. She then brushed away any dirt from the stone with her paw, making sure it was clean before carefully setting down the chipmunk corpse on top. It had left its home in the trees the prior evening, likely foraging for food, and much to her delight, as only a decently fresh offering would do, and hunting for a small morsel was almost impossible during the night. Sitting back on her haunches, her eyes were firmly locked on the horizon as she waited for the sun to begin to peak over, and only then would she begin her prayer for a bountiful and splendid day, for the God she was about to call upon was Delling, the God of the dawn. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish
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