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bride-to-be
before the first light of day, when the moon still teased the sky, she had asked @Iruna to help cleanse her. in the territory's own baths she had set out to work.
prayer and song mingled in the air. she told stories of sunshine ways and practiced the tongue of the northern man she would marry. words for Sedna's ears, words for Lífbjörg's own too. when the time had come to emerge from the cold waters she had walked the woods.
in that time, she wished to be alone.
she did not speak words to the spirit that she knew lived within here — sistraa — but she felt freely. she placed out bones and old lavender. it would be these things that she sang over now. a working song that the whole forest might awake to the sounds of. as her voice rose, she rolled the dried lavender until it crumbled. then rolled herself upon it in hopes that damp fur might awake it. that the spiritual use of it would be held within her as she walked today.
until the wedding hour came, she would wear nothing else upon herself. no extra furs, no further decoration.
yet she had seen to it that forneskja's own were decorated however they wished. pale furs as promised for the Læknir. other hides offered to any other women who wished. she meant to show the strength, riches and beauty of forneskja on this day. let there be no question of the things offered to her by her beloved and that she had lost no status in taking the hand of a northern man.
her husband! he was to be!
prayer and song mingled in the air. she told stories of sunshine ways and practiced the tongue of the northern man she would marry. words for Sedna's ears, words for Lífbjörg's own too. when the time had come to emerge from the cold waters she had walked the woods.
in that time, she wished to be alone.
she did not speak words to the spirit that she knew lived within here — sistraa — but she felt freely. she placed out bones and old lavender. it would be these things that she sang over now. a working song that the whole forest might awake to the sounds of. as her voice rose, she rolled the dried lavender until it crumbled. then rolled herself upon it in hopes that damp fur might awake it. that the spiritual use of it would be held within her as she walked today.
until the wedding hour came, she would wear nothing else upon herself. no extra furs, no further decoration.
yet she had seen to it that forneskja's own were decorated however they wished. pale furs as promised for the Læknir. other hides offered to any other women who wished. she meant to show the strength, riches and beauty of forneskja on this day. let there be no question of the things offered to her by her beloved and that she had lost no status in taking the hand of a northern man.
her husband! he was to be!
bride
she had instructed iruna, @Rokkur and @Yngvi to gather items that showed the heart of forneskja. boar's teeth and dried flowers. a stone that had been chipped by nature to show an opalescent inside — a showing of the moon's importance to the northerners as much as sunshine people. these were things meant to be offered at the altar's cleared for forneskja's involvement.
she had faith and trust in the dutiful bodies to handle their arrangements.
to her mother, she came bare save for the dried lavender and snow that clung to her fur — surely to be swept off by the end of all of this. regardless, she was prepared to be given the blood marking from chin to chest, protection given and in it she found continued strength. perhaps she did not need the security but it was a deep honor to be allowed such and a shine to the spirits to display she knew her place still. sunshine was not lost in the northern snow that she had found comfort in.
she had eyes only for him. oxen-draped and shining with strength. she found him more handsome than she had the first day she'd seen him. his new scars added to him like a tapestry. every time she gazed into his face she would see the physical marks of his devotion to her.
it was the voices of moon and sun that carried them into this binding now.
both and neither. they were everything all at once — and in this way, they always would be.
the deer fat was a savored thing. as rich as their love and as smooth as their words might always be! she smiled and ignored any misting within her gaze.
all of them! not just the two wedded to each other now but all the faces gathered. every village would benefit from the union and the fullness of the two hearts gathered.
her forehead against his, the deer fat gave the moment a richness of the wilderness.
she had faith and trust in the dutiful bodies to handle their arrangements.
to her mother, she came bare save for the dried lavender and snow that clung to her fur — surely to be swept off by the end of all of this. regardless, she was prepared to be given the blood marking from chin to chest, protection given and in it she found continued strength. perhaps she did not need the security but it was a deep honor to be allowed such and a shine to the spirits to display she knew her place still. sunshine was not lost in the northern snow that she had found comfort in.
we have no decision.she echoed with understanding, a soft nod of her head. a binding of worlds in flesh and in spirit. she knew in her blood that what watched over them today was more than just the eyes of those gathered. so many had come! it might have been enough to frazzle her but —
she had eyes only for him. oxen-draped and shining with strength. she found him more handsome than she had the first day she'd seen him. his new scars added to him like a tapestry. every time she gazed into his face she would see the physical marks of his devotion to her.
it was the voices of moon and sun that carried them into this binding now.
both and neither. they were everything all at once — and in this way, they always would be.
the deer fat was a savored thing. as rich as their love and as smooth as their words might always be! she smiled and ignored any misting within her gaze.
hjartsláttur. tillinik. my heartbeat, no matter what tongue i speak in.smiling, smiling! her cheeks warm and they hurt from how much she could not contain her emotion!
if you are my shield then i am your spirit. you are my forest shade and i am your moonlight. in all ways we cannot be one without the other.
we are stronger together — all of us.
all of them! not just the two wedded to each other now but all the faces gathered. every village would benefit from the union and the fullness of the two hearts gathered.
her forehead against his, the deer fat gave the moment a richness of the wilderness.
together.whispered only for him now.
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