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footprints in the snow
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Posted on May 22, 2016 at 11:31:59 PM by svea

Most nights, Svea didn�t sleep well. There was never much time to get into a deep sleep, with cleaning and cooking and keeping Jorg in bed and letting Nana outside, and then some nights there was a furry furnace lying beside her as she tried to drift off. Most nights, her head was filled with worries. Worries that someone would find their home and Jorg wouldn�t be safe, or that Rhaegar would decide he didn�t care for Jorg anymore and he wouldn�t be safe, or that the god would decide she had disappointed him terribly and would take Jorg away from her.

Nana was always vigilant when Svea�s mind fretted like this, but no matter how many times she was licked, or what words the familiar spoke, the fairy woman�s mind didn�t ease. Eventually exhaustion would take over in time to get a few winks before the young boy would be awake and clamoring for breakfast or games or a story. However short-lived, when she slept, Svea always dreamt of home.

Tonight wasn�t much different. The cottage she shared with Jorg had quickly replaced her father�s house as �home� to Svea, but Iceland was still where her heart was. Shaman was warm and humid and had none of the magnificent landscaping that her home country was famous for. She didn�t know many people, living a reclusive life, and it was hard to get daily trips to the market or into town done in a foreign language. Still, in her dream, she was completely alone.

She wasn�t always alone. There were times Jorg and Nana held positions of honor, or Rook was standing in a doorway masked by shadows. Some nights she was a child again trying to live up to her brothers� prowess with steel or to match her father�s standards of faith. Always the magic in her grew out of control, as it had when she�d left home, and covered the dream world in ice and snow, destroying everything around the house.

Lonely, Svea curled up by the fire to fight the chill left from Nana�s absence (her familiar had opted to join Jorg for the night) and the ice had poured from her eyes. The sound from the distance dammed the flow, and Svea rose to investigate. She didn�t know the voice, but it spoke a familiar language as most visitors to her dreams did. But as she looked from the window into the winter storm, the face was equally strange to her. Still, with Jorg absent, there was no harm in opening the door for this stranger, at least until he could thaw from her magic.

�Come in,� she called to him from the door, which had swung open of its own accord, as things in dreams often did. �Who are you?�

photo � matthias klaiber on flickr

Replies:

heart and lungs switching to speed-posts! - By Eskel September 5, 2016 at 05:59:46 AM
- footprints in the snow - By svea September 6, 2016 at 06:12:35 AM
  - heart and lungs - By Eskel September 7, 2016 at 04:02:07 AM
    - footprints in the snow - By svea September 7, 2016 at 05:37:03 AM
      - heart and lungs - By Eskel September 7, 2016 at 05:59:19 AM
        
        footprints in the snow - By svea September 7, 2016 at 06:13:05 AM
        
        heart and lungs - By Eskel September 7, 2016 at 10:40:20 AM
        
        footprints in the snow - By svea September 7, 2016 at 04:29:39 PM
        
        heart and lungs - By Eskel September 7, 2016 at 08:52:16 PM
        
        footprints in the snow; fin - By svea September 8, 2016 at 05:28:39 AM

WOOT! - By Dema December 6, 2015 at 10:51:28 PM

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