Firefly Glen morgunsól

sólhárr nodded once, the weight of his gaze settling on kalyska as he spoke her next steps into existence.

seiðkona waits, he said, his voice low but carrying the authority of the hárkonungr. his single golden eye lingered on her, measuring her resolve. she teach what it mean to be healer. learn from her.

he gestured toward the forest ahead, its dense pines swaying gently in the cold wind. the faint scent of herbs and the promise of something ancient clung to the air. go. forneskja strong. you prove place with work, with learning. his tone was direct, yet a hint of expectation wove through his words.

turning slightly, he added, almost as an afterthought, seiðkona wise. listen well. with that, sólhárr moved aside, allowing her to pass into the path that would lead her toward her next trial.