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Posted on January 27, 2014 at 10:53:04 PM by thyri
Warning: this post contains adult themes.
 Gar had disappeared in the early hours of the morning again, when news had reached the Pantheon that another crack had appeared in the dome. She had still been half asleep when he had kissed her gently on the mouth before grabbing his axe and disappearing through the door. She could see him in her mind’s eye as she had seen him so many times before, staining the snow around him red. There was a savagery in him, but it was tempered by an hypnotic kind of elegance that she had always found entrancing. It lit up those vexing eyes of his with a spectrum of feelings, one moment rage, the next desperation; he moved through bliss into tranquillity and then back into the boiling waters of vindictive fury. When he fought, it was like watching every part of his soul take its turn to look out at the world. She wished she could have gone with him; it had been too long since she had last seen his soul sing. The open space of snow-laden fields gave way to trees as Thyri and Arnor skirted around the ruins of Gwythr’s fortress. She could see what remained of it looming in the distance like the bones of some great monster that had been left to crumble. Rhaegar had spoken to her of Gwythr, explained who he had been when he had known the judge best, but had given her no verdict on his crimes in Shaman. His cruelty did not seem so severe to her, men raped and men built empires, he could hardly do so without leaving injury in his wake. She suspected that her lover gave no verdict because Gwythr had never troubled him about his own deviations from the council’s rules. There had always been a fierce loyalty in Rhaegar, it had not taken Thyri long to decipher that much, and she suspected that he felt unable to judge another who had only done a little more than him. Arnor howled and, puzzled, Thyri quickened her pace. It was easier to walk beneath the trees where the branches had fielded some of the falling snow and she made steady progress. She found the dog sitting beside the carcass of a dead deer, its eyes ice over and its fur frozen. It must have been weak and succumbed to the cold. Arnor was looking at her with imploring eyes, and Thyri sighed as she summoned fire between her finger tips, using it to thaw the creature’s chest out a little so the dog might eat. She left him to his meal, continuing on through the forest sure that he would catch her up when he was ready. The stone circles, laden with white powder loomed large as she reached the top of the bank and the trees thinned, retreating away from it as if they feared pressing their routes into sacred soil. It was as familiar to her as the snow. Thyri had grown up in a village not far from where such a henge had stood, and her people had traded with a neighbouring village in its shadow. She smiled to herself, reaching out towards the stones with her gloved hands and dusting away some of the snow and frost to reveal the carvings beneath. When she had been a little girl she had loved the draw the sweeping shapes in the fire ash...until her brother had stolen her stick to use as a sword. Men never did change.  |
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