Stone Circle ᛏᛁᚾᛚᛁᛋᚾ

when the mountain speaks to him, it does so in drøugr's booming voice. asvardr wakes from light sleep, stands. appears silently, like a ghost, at the clearing's edge.

posture confident, but not assertive. he stands and he waits, shoulders jutted forward, for an order. a command. months it has been since last he spilled blood, but his new king has reawakened something old. for him, valdar dies. for him, asvardr is born.