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rikkefaul - Solharr - January 09, 2025
mist clung low over the water, a silken veil across the sacred baths. sólhárr waded into the cool creek’s flow, its brisk embrace biting yet soothing. droplets slid from his dark coat as the crisp, herb-laden air filled his lungs.
he sank deeper, the waters lapping at his shoulders, the faint scent of steeped herbs grounding him. the baths were a place of cleansing, a communion with the vættir. here, under the forest’s gaze, he shed the weight of leadership, if only briefly.
his golden eye lifted to the shore, watching the mist shift, wondering if solitude or company would greet him.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 09, 2025
she'd not come for the pools, but rather it was the perfume of steeped herbs that lured her about the veiled water. she is heedful in her steps, slow, purposeful. she searched for what she did not know — though what or whom that was she could not yet say.
a breeze led her west where a wading pool trickled to the gentle sound of a creek. it is here the nymph lingers along the shoreline, paws teasing to touch the chilled water. for a moment she dares to do so, but a shimmer of her reflection bounds her to a locked stare. a ray of sunlight glimmers through the haze, pulling her from the water's edge and pushing her onward.
in the distance there is a flash of cream and gold glittering across the rippled surface and so she bounds for it, heart thrumming in the thought that she might be so fortune to steal a glance of a water nymph.
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 09, 2025
chieftain caught her scent first, sweet and young, carried by the soft breeze weaving through the forest. his golden eye turned toward the source, scanning the veiled expanse until he felt her presence, light as the mist over the pools.
come out, skógnymfa,he called, his voice low and steady, carrying easily through the stillness. the word rolled from his tongue with reverence, as if summoning her from the woodland itself.
he remained where he lay in the lathering pools. fur drenched beneath the light of lífbjörg and the remnants of spirit through the ripples. sólhárr waited, patient yet certain she would reveal herself, the forest nymph drawn to his call.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 09, 2025
the spirit spoke! who was she to be so blessed to hear the forest speak so boldly? she'd heard the trees whisper, the soil rumble, the streams cry. but never before had they sung to her so clearly!
her pace quickens, an eager pounce to her steps jolts her to the water's misty edge where the hope of a spirit morphs to that of a man. she is breathless from her sprint, a flare of embarrassment beholding her in the thought that she had truly mistaken the man for a nymph.
but she does not linger on this feeling, shaking it from her coat and calling to the man with warmth. "i thought you a fae!"
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 09, 2025
sólhárr chuckled, a deep and resonant sound that seemed to settle into the very roots of the forest around them. his golden eye softened as he looked upon her, the energy of her youthful exuberance unmistakable.
no, little one,he said, his voice warm, laced with amusement.
i am far from a fae. just a man of the earth and the hunt.
he gestured with a slight tilt of his head toward the water’s edge, where the mist danced faintly in the sunlight.
will you join me? it seems the forest has led you here for a reason.
his gaze held hers, steady and inviting, as though the weight of his station as chieftain had momentarily softened in the presence of her bright spirit.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 09, 2025
he beckoned her to the water, and so she slipped free of the soil beneath her toes and found the sting of winter's water upon her ankles.
there is some hesitancy in her steps, the bite of the crisp stream cutting a look of winded shock across her features as she wallowed in the shallows. the yearling had been born to southern water much warmer than this, and it is evident in the way her lungs fill with what she feared might be her last breath.
but the last it was not, the veiled bath now brushing against her stomach in gentle laps as the muck of a prior day's work washed free of her legs. she looked upon solharr then, wishing that the mist might yet reveal him as a nymph so that she could ask of him to warm the waters.
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 09, 2025
sólhárr watched her with a faint smirk, the golden glint of his eye catching the misty light. the hesitation in her steps, the sharp inhale that betrayed her shock at the cold—it all amused him, though not unkindly.
cold?he asked, his voice steady, a hint of teasing in its depth. his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if waiting for her to admit it or defy him.
he stood firm at the water’s edge, his imposing frame untouched by the chill of the air or the stream. it seemed as though even the cold dared not challenge him.
you look as though the water might swallow you whole,he added with a low chuckle.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 09, 2025
"c-c-cold," she admitted through a chattering of teeth, yet remained too stubborn to remove herself from these cleansing waters. there was a spark of playful envy in her sight as the man waded unbothered in theses chilled ripples. how she longed for a northerner's coat now!
but she would not let him see such desire, a spirited smile taking upon the man's words and devouring them. "it will," she exhales in a bout of acceptance, lungs filling with a breath so deep she might not need air ever again. "i will let it." and then she is diving beneath the water, embracing it to tear away the air's cold grip upon her.
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 09, 2025
he watched her closely, the corners of his mouth twitching with faint amusement as she disappeared beneath the surface. her defiance was spirited, her bravery not without recklessness, and it piqued something in him.
but as the ripples spread and no sign of her return came quickly, his amusement gave way to caution. without hesitation, he stepped further into the icy water, its bite barely registering against his thick northern coat.
thrusting his large head beneath the surface sought to find her— moments of these reminded him of his time with chakliux, seal hunting.
he found her there, beneath the ripples, and pushed her body up ward with his frame.
fjöruljósa not take the newest sapling.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 10, 2025
there is a peace found beneath the water's surface that she had not expected to find. it is there in the tranquility that she finds herself floating — both body and mind. there is no breeze felt upon her here that she dare say the waters turned warm.
she is beneath the surface for no more than a few moments, or at least that is what she perceived it to be. but when strong arms found to push her upward she does not fight against them, rising again to the surface with a gasp for air.
she steadies herself, turning upon solharr with a many beads pooling from her fur. "peace, vir fortis. the water not devour me yet."
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 10, 2025
hárkonungr held her steady, his strong arms braced against the gentle current as he watched her catch her breath. his golden eye narrowed slightly, curiosity flickering across his usually stoic features.
vir fortis,he repeated, the words unfamiliar on his tongue, his voice low and deliberate.
what does it mean?
he tilted his head slightly, his grip firm but not confining, as though grounding her to the earth after her brief escape beneath the surface. the question lingered in the space between them, quiet but insistent.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 10, 2025
there is a light found in the misty haze that beams across her features at his interest in her words. "this be my mother's tongue," she shared, the water swirling around them as he acted as a barrier between the current and herself. "it mean strong man."
she'd named him for it when they first met, his appearance granting him the title. but vir fortis could be for more than just the strength found in flesh. "in my village tongue you would be known as ingwë," she shared, this word spoken prettier, softer than the sharpness of the first two. "this mean chief."
her paws found grip upon a rock beneath the surface, the frosted air no longer biting as it did when she first entered the water.
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 10, 2025
hárkonungr chuckled, his golden eye warm as he considered her words.
ingwë,he repeated, his voice carrying a deep resonance.
a fitting name. i take pride in being called a strong man.
his gaze softened slightly, though his imposing frame remained steady as he blocked the current for her.
but you, seedling,he added, his voice dipping lower,
you are skógnymfa.
the word rolled from his tongue lavishly with reverence, each syllable deliberate. he watched her closely, a faint glimmer of humor touching his usually stern expression.
it means forest nymph,he explained, his tone lighter now, as though the title itself amused him.
you speak of strength,he added, his stance shifting slightly as the water lapped at his legs,
but strength is not only in muscle or title. it is in presence, in spirit.he paused, his gaze lingering on her.
máni sees it in you. i see it, skógnymfa.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 13, 2025
"skóg —" she paused, trying to say the word mentally a great plenty of times before she attempted to speak it aloud again. "skógnymfa," this time spoken successfully and with all the pride the title held.
yes, she liked this word.
the nymph continued to listen, the water gently lapping at her shoulders as he spoke another word of his tongue she did not know. "what is a máni?" she asked with genuine curiosity, brows knitting together as she wondered of it's context. was máni a god he'd spoken of when they first met? a spirit? a forestfolk?
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 14, 2025
sólhárr’s lips curled into a faint smile as velia pronounced the word successfully.
good girl,he said warmly, a note of approval in his deep voice. her eagerness to embrace his language pleased him, and he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of her effort.
when she asked about máni, his gaze softened, a glimmer of reverence flickering in his golden eye.
máni,he began, his tone steady and reverent,
is the light that is shed upon us. she is the moon, the mother of all our spirits.
he gestured upward, toward the faint glow of the moonlight spilling across the water.
she watches over us, her light guiding our paths, even in the darkest of nights. máni is both protector and nurturer—she is the essence of what binds us to this land, to one another, and to our ancestors.
his gaze returned to velia, the weight of his words settling in the air between them.
her light touches all things,he added, his voice quieter now, almost a murmur,
and through her, we are reminded of who we are, where we come from, and what we must protect.
he watched her for a moment longer, curious to see how she would take in his words, the reverence of máni woven into the fabric of their lives.
RE: rikkefaul - Velia - January 17, 2025
there was a gentleness found in his voice that velia thought comforting. she listened as he spoke, absorbing what knowledge she could as the water flowed beside them. the music of the creek sung a lullaby in the background, and as he looked skyward toward the glimmer of moonlight, the yearling sought to do the same.
when he spoke his final words velia turned to him, thinking only one thought to be shared. "your máni sounds beautiful."
moonlight, protector, mother — her mind wandered with girlish thoughts of máni in physical form should the goddess ever bless the nymph with a visit. a pretty thought indeed.
RE: rikkefaul - Solharr - January 17, 2025
as all who bask in her light are,he replied, his voice calm, touched with reverence.
he studied her for a moment, the young nymph so eager to learn, her imagination dancing with images of the goddess he held so dear.
máni does not choose her children lightly,he said, his tone quiet, yet filled with conviction.
but those who walk beneath her watchful glow find their path illuminated.
he allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to tug at the corner of his mouth, the barest warmth in his typically stoic demeanor.
you will know her beauty more closely, one day.