Firefly Glen morgunsól

Kalyksa nodded, her eyes steady beneath the weight of Sólhárr's gaze. she felt the pull of the forest, the ancient energy that seemed to breathe with a life of its own. 

I learn, she said, her voice firm despite the uncertainties swirling within her.

she turned toward the path ahead, the wind tugging at her fur, carrying with it the scent of something both foreign and familiar. with each step, she felt the weight of her purpose grow. there was much to learn, and she would prove herself worthy, not just to the seiðkona, but to herself.

as she moved into the forest, the words of Sólhárr echoed in her mind: Seiðkona wise. Listen well.