Deepwood Weald in my world,

his steps slowed, the crunch of frost beneath his paws the only sound as he glanced back at yngvi, his gaze thoughtful, unreadable. he did not stop completely but spoke in a voice low enough to blend with the northern winds, his tone carrying the weight of belief and purpose.

nornir, vev for skjebne, se oss nå. styr våre stier, knytt våre liv til sterke tråder. la det som kommer, komme med styrke og ære.

he paused, his broad shoulders lifting slightly as he exhaled into the cold air, his breath clouding around his face. then, he gestured forward with a tilt of his head, his tone softening as if to pull her from her doubts.

forneskja will hold you as it holds all who come seeking shelter. @Callyope will see to it. she is no stranger to uniting the old and the new.

he glanced at her again, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though it did not entirely erase the solemnity of his gaze. ""come. you will see for yourself. and perhaps tonight, the norns will answer you as they do the rest of us.::

without another word, he turned, his steady pace leading the way toward the promise of warmth and protection, his presence as unyielding as the mountains that surrounded them.

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