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barghest
12-29-2021, 09:50 PM
She'd brought back food. She'd made sure everything was well. She'd checked the area for predators, for loners. All of the process-oriented things that made Sanngriðr's mind settle and rest, the things that were meant to put her at ease, were complete. All of the menial day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute tasks were done... why didn't she feel better? Why didn't she feel settled. Maybe there was too much energy in her system. She'd convince herself of that, at least. Too much energy. For a long moment, Sanngriðr considered picking a fight with one of her siblings. Róta would never turn down a good fight. Víðarr could use the practice. Still, it wasn't violence that Sanngriðr found herself craving. Strange-- usually, violence was the best medicine. A fight that would leave her heart pounding and her blood flowing would usually help things. Not this evening, though. The valkyrie had a feeling, at least. She needed something else. As dusk fell around her shoulders, she slipped away with little more than a knowing look to her brother. A walk. She'd go for a walk. It seemed she was rarely alone these days. Maybe the constant presence of her family was wearing on her. Sanngriðr walked until she found a break in the trees, until she could be by the side of the sound itself. A late spring, nearly summer sunset was on display, setting the whole sky ablaze. At least it was pretty. The valkyrie sat on her haunches in the soft grasses near the water's edge. Peacefully, she watched. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |
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