krigets konst jag behärskar

When someone loves something, someone, hard enough… well, Selene could feel it. She could always feel it. It was like a tug, one that pulled her near. This time of year was always hard. There were so many memories here… maybe that was why she came back. Maybe that was why she always came back. If she could just find him, if she could just tell him. Maybe that was why love was the thing that drew her out of hiding. And now with the veil so thin… with the veil so thin, Selene couldn’t stay away. Maybe she never could.

He reminded her of Lionel, maybe. Broad, strong. This one was bulkier, darker, but just as regal. Was this another prince? There was something different in his heart, a different sort of love, but a love just as sweet. Selene… she knows all about loving with a love that’s more than love. Maybe that’s why she’s drawn to Víðarr. When the shadowy creature finally opens his eyes, it’s as if… it’s as if he can actually see her. Wait… could he?

Timidly, she stepped from the shadows, peering softly down at the man where he lay. He was surrounded by his companions, and one of the dogs wagged her fluffy tail. Selene’s head cocked to the side. The man’s words were for the all father, whoever that was. He wanted guidance.