the snow fell in thick, soundless sheets, muffling the world beneath a soft, glistening shroud. night had long since claimed the sky, its velvet expanse pierced only by the cold gleam of stars.
sólhárr moved through the drifts with the practiced ease of one accustomed to the unyielding north. his golden eye shone like a beacon in the darkness, sharp and searching as it swept across the frozen expanse ahead.
he sought y’var’la.
the tasks he had set her upon were not idle whims, and he wished to see for himself how far she had come. the night was a time for truth, for revelation beneath the quiet watch of máni. and so he pressed on, his breath curling in ghostly plumes around him as he followed her trail.
at last, her silhouette emerged in the distance, a shadow against the snow, bent in concentration. sólhárr slowed his stride, his gaze steady, measuring.
sólhárr moved through the drifts with the practiced ease of one accustomed to the unyielding north. his golden eye shone like a beacon in the darkness, sharp and searching as it swept across the frozen expanse ahead.
he sought y’var’la.
the tasks he had set her upon were not idle whims, and he wished to see for himself how far she had come. the night was a time for truth, for revelation beneath the quiet watch of máni. and so he pressed on, his breath curling in ghostly plumes around him as he followed her trail.
at last, her silhouette emerged in the distance, a shadow against the snow, bent in concentration. sólhárr slowed his stride, his gaze steady, measuring.
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common
Today, 03:09 AM
Y’var’la’s figure appeared as little more than a wisp in the falling snow, a sharp silhouette against the stark white canvas of the wilderness. She moved with a precision that bordered on obsession, her focus so total it was as though the world itself had fallen away, leaving only the task at hand.
Her breath came in steady plumes, betraying no sign of the cold or fatigue that might have burdened others. The snow underfoot held no secrets from her; she could read the landscape as easily as an open scroll.
She didn’t hear him approach at first, the world muffled in the soft fall of snow, but when she finally sensed the shift in the air, the familiarity of his scent—she straightened. Olive eyes gleamed faintly in the dark, narrowing as she turned her head toward him.
"Solharr," she greeted. There was no trace of surprise in her tone, only the same steady confidence that seemed to hum beneath her skin. She gave him a moment to close the distance.
Her breath came in steady plumes, betraying no sign of the cold or fatigue that might have burdened others. The snow underfoot held no secrets from her; she could read the landscape as easily as an open scroll.
She didn’t hear him approach at first, the world muffled in the soft fall of snow, but when she finally sensed the shift in the air, the familiarity of his scent—she straightened. Olive eyes gleamed faintly in the dark, narrowing as she turned her head toward him.
"Solharr," she greeted. There was no trace of surprise in her tone, only the same steady confidence that seemed to hum beneath her skin. She gave him a moment to close the distance.
6 hours ago
y'var'la,his voice carried through the snow-dusted air, low and steady as he stepped closer, his golden eye gleaming with intent. he let his gaze sweep over her, noting her focus, her precision. it was admirable, but admiration only went so far.
i think it's time,he continued, his words deliberate, his tone sharp with expectation.
you’ve been here long enough to understand our ways. now, you earn your place.
he stopped before her, the weight of his presence settling like the snow around them.
tell me,he rumbled, his eye narrowing slightly.
are you ready?
norse·
common
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