L O S T
The snow seemed to sparkle under the light of the sun as Mysa made her way from the longhouse she had been residing in. It had been some time since she had journeyed, together with her parents, to Midvinter, and during that time her ferocious devotion to the Old Gods had intensified. The Light shone through her all the same in her rejection of Velkar, and her connection to the Force had flourished of its own accord. The teachings of her Master were never too far from her mind.
Her eyes lifted, gaze set upon the snowtipped mountains which wrapped themselves around the valley. On the horizon a bird hung midflight, its screech echoing along the eastern crag to her left; Mysa smiled, Odiir was ever present here in his frozen realm.
As the flurries began to fall at a faster rate, Mysa flicked up the hood of her cloak and shielded herself from the worst of the elements. Snow and ice had become her companions, but she was not impervious to their effects. Hands sunk into the furs, the wooden figurine curled within her left while the interchanging heat of the luminescent crystal both warmed and cooled her right. A gift from Teign Himself, sent on the wind by the High God. Mysa had opened herself up to their whims entirely, and it was partially their guidance she followed now.
From the crunch to a firmer stamp as she reached the steps of the High King's abode. Inside she would find Thrand, her King, her Grandfather, and her Rolemodel. It was he who had introduced her to the ways of his people. He who had brought her the Gift of the Gods.
Alas it was not he she had come to see. Instead Mysa waited, gaze scanning the snow-laden surroundings. No, it was not her Grandpa but someone of equal note. The first true Mother she had known, and her Master in the ways of the Force. Coci and her Family meant the world to Mysa, they were joined, the lot of them, the Heavenshields (including Thyrian and Thrand, of course) and the Vi'dreya's. Their connections ran as deeply as any other Family, only theirs was a kinship of conscious choice. Which strengthened it far beyond your standard lineage.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Her eyes lifted, gaze set upon the snowtipped mountains which wrapped themselves around the valley. On the horizon a bird hung midflight, its screech echoing along the eastern crag to her left; Mysa smiled, Odiir was ever present here in his frozen realm.
As the flurries began to fall at a faster rate, Mysa flicked up the hood of her cloak and shielded herself from the worst of the elements. Snow and ice had become her companions, but she was not impervious to their effects. Hands sunk into the furs, the wooden figurine curled within her left while the interchanging heat of the luminescent crystal both warmed and cooled her right. A gift from Teign Himself, sent on the wind by the High God. Mysa had opened herself up to their whims entirely, and it was partially their guidance she followed now.
From the crunch to a firmer stamp as she reached the steps of the High King's abode. Inside she would find Thrand, her King, her Grandfather, and her Rolemodel. It was he who had introduced her to the ways of his people. He who had brought her the Gift of the Gods.
Alas it was not he she had come to see. Instead Mysa waited, gaze scanning the snow-laden surroundings. No, it was not her Grandpa but someone of equal note. The first true Mother she had known, and her Master in the ways of the Force. Coci and her Family meant the world to Mysa, they were joined, the lot of them, the Heavenshields (including Thyrian and Thrand, of course) and the Vi'dreya's. Their connections ran as deeply as any other Family, only theirs was a kinship of conscious choice. Which strengthened it far beyond your standard lineage.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]