the stone spine stands as a reminder, guarding both the wilderness and the sea. it will do well for me to remember what i have learned here.
"@Akavir." eivor's voice was kind. the silver woman brought from akashingo now rested, perhaps with the aged mother of white fur who had come to greet them.
her belly twisted. her grey eyes were soft. "i am going to leave you here and return to kvarsheim another day." it was easy to smile, to turn and regard the snowy forests cascading all around them. "perhaps i will find the other northerners."
it was not easy to hide herself. eivor watched akavir for a moment. "you will be well?"
"@Akavir." eivor's voice was kind. the silver woman brought from akashingo now rested, perhaps with the aged mother of white fur who had come to greet them.
her belly twisted. her grey eyes were soft. "i am going to leave you here and return to kvarsheim another day." it was easy to smile, to turn and regard the snowy forests cascading all around them. "perhaps i will find the other northerners."
it was not easy to hide herself. eivor watched akavir for a moment. "you will be well?"
fathered by luhtar svarthjalm of forneskja, four pups will be born to eivor ravunulf offsite in her home of brattahlíð fjord. torgar , dagfinn , eirikr , & skadi . these children will know the name of their father, his homeland, and forneskja when they enter the game. born march 12 2025. available march 12 2026. designs forthcoming.
January 17, 2025, 10:46 PM
He assessed her quietly as she spoke—a smile upon her features that seemed to flicker within the liquid smoke of her eyes. He could not return the same energy—his mind jarring at the events that had transpired all well within only a few days.
His jaw clenched—his eyes sharp as they focused away from her, finding himself feeling rather deflated at the way in which he had taken their original intention and flipped it upon its head. “I owe you an apology, Eivor. If I had realized Akashingo still dabbled with slavery—“ Is that what Silvertongue had been? Either way, they would never have gone there in the first place.
Silvertongue had been hellbent on never returning to the red palace in what he could only describe as her past life—he had been sorely tempted to drag her from it this time, until she had come to him, instead.
“Bringing Kvarsheim to their attention in such a way wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry. The Creek will still be patrolling the valley, but now we’ll be ensuring the kingdom steers clear, as well.”
Another pause—her question hanging heavy between them. ‘You will be well?’ He looked back to her, studying her for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he would be—but tentatively, he lifted a paw, tempted to trace the cheek of the northern warrior. “Can I ask why you’re choosing to not return yet?”
His jaw clenched—his eyes sharp as they focused away from her, finding himself feeling rather deflated at the way in which he had taken their original intention and flipped it upon its head. “I owe you an apology, Eivor. If I had realized Akashingo still dabbled with slavery—“ Is that what Silvertongue had been? Either way, they would never have gone there in the first place.
Silvertongue had been hellbent on never returning to the red palace in what he could only describe as her past life—he had been sorely tempted to drag her from it this time, until she had come to him, instead.
“Bringing Kvarsheim to their attention in such a way wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry. The Creek will still be patrolling the valley, but now we’ll be ensuring the kingdom steers clear, as well.”
Another pause—her question hanging heavy between them. ‘You will be well?’ He looked back to her, studying her for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he would be—but tentatively, he lifted a paw, tempted to trace the cheek of the northern warrior. “Can I ask why you’re choosing to not return yet?”
January 18, 2025, 02:35 AM
"surely you heard this moon woman," eivor jested. "there is to be a wedding attended by those of the north." she did not pull from his touch; her tone remained light-hearted, but she knew such things, for them, must be over.
"i have an opportunity to make a connection of settlements between kvarsheim and this forneskja. i must take it," the drengr explained, reaching her own paw to clap roundly his shoulder. "do not worry for me, nor for kvarsheim, and do not apologize, akavir."
it seemed he too had a chance for happiness, gleaned from the way he often looked at silvertongue. eivor would be no obstacle to it, but their ways here would diverge.
"i have an opportunity to make a connection of settlements between kvarsheim and this forneskja. i must take it," the drengr explained, reaching her own paw to clap roundly his shoulder. "do not worry for me, nor for kvarsheim, and do not apologize, akavir."
it seemed he too had a chance for happiness, gleaned from the way he often looked at silvertongue. eivor would be no obstacle to it, but their ways here would diverge.
fathered by luhtar svarthjalm of forneskja, four pups will be born to eivor ravunulf offsite in her home of brattahlíð fjord. torgar , dagfinn , eirikr , & skadi . these children will know the name of their father, his homeland, and forneskja when they enter the game. born march 12 2025. available march 12 2026. designs forthcoming.
February 07, 2025, 12:18 PM
She would stay to forge alliances—even as she spoke, the sense of it became obvious—but he still felt a quiet wonder at the recent events and how things had turned in such a strange way.
He disliked separating from her—but experience, wisdom and loyalty kept him from voicing this. The fragile thread they had begun to weave had reminded him greatly of the beginning of he and Silvertongue, even—
—a sure sign to pluck the memory now and allow it to only be as such.
“Shall I relay a message to Kvarsheim for you?” A finality in this, then—Eivor would continue to do as she endeavored for her kin and home. And he would ensure Silvertongue made it back to the valley.
He disliked separating from her—but experience, wisdom and loyalty kept him from voicing this. The fragile thread they had begun to weave had reminded him greatly of the beginning of he and Silvertongue, even—
—a sure sign to pluck the memory now and allow it to only be as such.
“Shall I relay a message to Kvarsheim for you?” A finality in this, then—Eivor would continue to do as she endeavored for her kin and home. And he would ensure Silvertongue made it back to the valley.
February 08, 2025, 08:38 AM
grey were warm as eivor shook her head. "no. i will return with a gift and words for sven and ujurak. then i will go."
boldly, eivor stepped forward to brush his cheek with a final kiss. it did not quest for his mouth: it did not seek to be indulgent. "i have enjoyed our traveling, akavir," all of it. "here we will part."
all responsibilities, message-carrying, politics; eivor wished to see the swiftcurrent man well with his intended wife if ever she returned, but in a capacity now that only contained she and he as warriors of a mutual stripe.
boldly, eivor stepped forward to brush his cheek with a final kiss. it did not quest for his mouth: it did not seek to be indulgent. "i have enjoyed our traveling, akavir," all of it. "here we will part."
all responsibilities, message-carrying, politics; eivor wished to see the swiftcurrent man well with his intended wife if ever she returned, but in a capacity now that only contained she and he as warriors of a mutual stripe.
fathered by luhtar svarthjalm of forneskja, four pups will be born to eivor ravunulf offsite in her home of brattahlíð fjord. torgar , dagfinn , eirikr , & skadi . these children will know the name of their father, his homeland, and forneskja when they enter the game. born march 12 2025. available march 12 2026. designs forthcoming.
February 22, 2025, 09:05 PM
With a fleeting kiss and a few words, Eivor was gone. Like many others--his eyes tracing the silhouette of her shape as she walked away. He held no final words to leave a lasting impression on her, unfortunately. Mental exhaustion stole that from him for now.
It was a moment of lingering regret and acceptance of what was meant to be as he turned then, his eyes drifting from her form to study the snow covered slopes.
He could not mourn what never was, but he could steal a moment to acknowledge he was bereft.
It was a moment of lingering regret and acceptance of what was meant to be as he turned then, his eyes drifting from her form to study the snow covered slopes.
He could not mourn what never was, but he could steal a moment to acknowledge he was bereft.
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