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~ in the halls of Valhalla
Posted on January 16, 2023 at 08:16:09 PM by Skogsr�

in the halls of Valhalla where the brave shall live forever;

Her d�ttur was dead.

But it comforted the grieving mother to know that she traveled to Niflheim and join those who had gone before her. Her heart shuddered in her chest as the pain once more became unbearable and brought a fresh wave of emotions washing over her. She drew a ragged breath across her lips as she stumbled through the bubbling surf, onto the hardened sands, and collapsed. Sobs wracked her shoulders and her body shuddered. "Freya, wise goddess... why?" she drew a another breath "Why?! Have I not faithfully served you? Did I not honor thee with bloodshed and sacrifice?" Tear filled eyes glare sharply upward as she furiously screamed into the depths of the midnight sky.

Frustrated she dropped her whiskered chin to the hardened sands beneath her as the tears flowed down her cheeks and mixed with the damp sands. The russet shield maiden drew another ragged breath across her lips. Weariness seeped into her bones, stealing consciousness from her until she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

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A single ear twitched. Above her the seagulls squawked relentlessly and began to circle above her - apparently curious about the russet carcass that washed ashore. Her eyes fluttered open, swollen. Painful. Another reminder of the pain that weighed itself heavily across her shoulders. She drew a ragged breath across her whiskered lips. Her throat was swollen and scratchy, her body was tired and aching... all signs that yesterday had really happened.

Shakily she pulled her legs beneath her and stood up, sand clung to her sabino and russet skin. Her blonde tresses were heavy, tangled, and laden with layers of salt. Everything about her felt unkempt. Disgusting. Another ragged breath. Slowly her glacial blue eyes drew in the vast sand lands that spread out before her. She had heard rumors of her mother's Queenship. Today, she hoped that those rumors were true or else she had swam all of this way for nothing.

She waited - within the early morning's light, pale pinks and soft oranges washed across her skin. If she were to be honest with herself; she did not have the strength to venture inland. It would take from her the life that she so desperately clung to. So she stood just within the ocean's bubbling surf. Gently it washed around her ankles and playfully tugged at the feathers of her legs.

She was here. Her little bl�m was here with her now. She could feel her spirit.

"I see you," she whispered as she closed her sweeping lashes and embraced her d�ttur's memory.

Skogsr�
Icelandic x - 14.3 hh - Mare - Silver Bay Sabino
Bj�rn x Nyimara

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