Björn where innocence is burned in flames
In the Norðurland, in his homeland, his people had relied on the visions of the sjáandi. They spoke of things that were to pass and things that had already been before, speaking in riddles and leaving clues for his people to follow. They were mystical and mysterious, always one step ahead with their visions and dreams. He had not expected to find a sjáandi here on the Isles, the surprise spreads across his bald face.
She lurches to her feet, clearly the visions reek havoc on her mentally and physically. They sap the very energy from her bones, leaving her weary and exhausted. She blinks slowly. Björn's glacial eyes settle for a moment on his worried face as he frets over the well being of his clearly worn out mother. She parts her lips to deliver her message, Björn's ears stand erect with his shaggy unkempt ebony mane, hanging on every word that leaves her lips.
She starts slowly, her words ominous as they leave her lips. You were being chased across the islands... through land and sea. He listens intently as she describes her vision in detail to him. A stallion at your heels, snapping and snarling. He looked very like you. The last words hang like a weight around his muscular neck. Like him? His breath catches in his throat... Ivar. It was no coincidence that she is here, she has been sent by the gods to warn him of an impending fate.
You either did not hear or you could not run any faster. and... finally he caught you. Her last words leave her lips, and he can feel the weight that come with the delivery. There was a terrible scream. She can not decipher it was his, or Ivars, just a scream. His brow furrows, trying to decipher all that she had lain out before him. She drops her gaze, and lifts her face after a moment to reveal a sheepish look. She apologizes, as if he would be angry with her for not telling him more.
"Thank you sjáandi," he says just above a whisper. "You have told me more than enough," he says softly, before dropping his thick head toward the earth in a show of respect. He turns his glacial eyes toward the Ridge behind him. "Please, you and your son are more than welcome to rest here on my shores. Fill your bellies, drink the cool waters and rest your weary bones." he says with a nod of this head, yes, they are more than welcome in the Ridge. He would insure their safety within his borders, while she rests. "I don't think I have properly introduced myself, I am Björn, Bera Konung of the Ridge," he says with a proud shake of his head.
Translation:
Norðurland: Northland
sjáandi: searress
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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