Sequoia Coast To and fro, the fawn goes

The sunlight beat down upon the fawn back of the tiny Viking. Blue eyes shifted to and fro; as she tightened her jaw around the small bundle of herbs she carried with her. With tiny steps she traveled towards the new land, land that would soon be claimed by her and her own. She sighed, a soft heavy sigh, and she allowed her ears to fall back to her head, and her head hanging down she went towards the area.

She was so very tired of all the pain and the jealousy that ate her up on the inside. It wasn’t fair to her, and to Ragnar and to Nerian. She had to trust her husband she did, but she didn’t know how to make herself do so. Though she guessed if she thought about it, it wasn’t necessarily him she didn’t trust, but rather the female. She sighed again and continued on doggedly, she was tired so very tired. So often now she could not sleep, as the night shadows wrapped around her like a cocoon, the nightmares came. The horrifying, terrible nightmares that had her fearing to fall asleep. When she would allow the dark to lull her to sleep, she was soon awakened with dreams of blood and gore and bear like growls and panting in the dark she lay there staring at the outside world. It was terrible.

She made it to the newly christened borders only to feel an overwhelming sensation of exhaustion. She had only come to bury some of her herbs, she made frequent trips here, sometimes with others, but mostly by herself, seeking the solace that her soul needed. She found an overhanging tree and thought this would be a good place to bury them. As she dug, she thought a small lie down, could make her feel better maybe. So she lay down, tilting her tail over her nose, the darkness pressed on her eyelids and she remembered nothing else.