Meadow

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that you'd lift this wing
Posted on August 20, 2021 at 02:50:00 AM by Skogsr�

~ in the haze of hel, i have dreamt

Her words just a whisper on her lips, soft and tender, but life flickers in the onyx Icelandic's eyes as she speaks - as if her very word had brought back the god's breath to his bones.

"Nei, br��ir minn," she breathes over him ",gu�irnir hafa ekki yfirgefi� �ig" her glacial eyes search his. Despite the god's call, there is still uncertainty in her breast. Why had she been brought from the frozen tundra to here? To traverse the frigid icy waters, to find her kinsmen abandoned to his fate? Her ears waver atop her head as the indecision washes over her momentarily.

For a moment, there is just the sound of the frigid breeze rustling through the brittle frozen grasses and the wheeze of his breath through his flaring nostrils. She closes her brilliant blue eyes as she listens - listens for their voice - and then as if her silent prayer is answered, a confidence washes over her. She is meant to be here. Meant to welcome her brother onto these distant shores.

Her eyes open to find the onyx Icelandic quietly staring at her. His tangled pale forelock lays across his broad forehead and yet his dark eyes still find hers. Just to hear your voice and see your face, that is enough for me. he whispers in a gruff tone - their language lays thick across his tongue and it brings comfort to her homesick heart. Yes, she had been born here on the Isles, but as soon as she could swim. Father had taken her to the nor�urland and that had been the home that she had known for most of her young life.

"�� hl�tur �etta a� vera �st��an fyrir �v� a� gu�irnir leiddu mig til ��n," she whispers. She had been brought here to deliver a message of hope, a message that he had not been abandoned, and that his people would always find him.

She could not help but be drawn to him - there is a connection - a deep understanding that runs deeper than her blood (for she is only a small portion Icelandic). There is a connection through a shared culture and a shared language - a kinship forged through ice and fire.

But if you come with a message, Shieldmaiden... she nods her bone white face, yes.

"�g hef f�rt von," she whispers gently into the small space between them "�g hef gefi� lofor� um a� �� ver�ir ekki einn."

She knew that it was a lot to promise... a promise that he would not be alone. But these were the words that had spoke from her soul. They were the words that he needed to hear, that no matter which shore he washed up on, he would always have his kinsmen. Even if it wasn't in this physical plane, that they would be there in spirit to guide him through the trials of this life.

"Hvernig enda�ir �� h�r?" she asks of him gently, knowing that there could be painful memories associated with her question.

with open eyes, I kissed you tell it bled.

S k o g s r �

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Translation:
Nei, br��ir minn: no my brother
gu�irnir hafa ekki yfirgefi� �ig: the gods have not abandoned you
�� hl�tur �etta a� vera �st��an fyrir �v� a� gu�irnir leiddu mig til ��n:�� hl�tur �etta a� vera �st��an fyrir �v� a� gu�irnir leiddu mig til ��n
�g hef f�rt von:I have brought hope
�g hef gefi� lofor� um a� �� ver�ir ekki einn.:I have brought a promise that you will not be alone.
Hvernig enda�ir �� h�r?:How did you end up here?

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