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Viking to Viking - Vitus - 8/14/2025 Soothsayer He doesn't recall ever interacting with the saint's Shepherd, in the few times he had visited his uncles, but today would be the day it seemed. Pollux was no godly woman, and she didn't believe that Vitus was doing any proper work when he was observing the signs around them. Signs that screamed of change on the horizon. He had a vision, of Jaxxon, surrounded by foggy wolves on a march. His uncle was returning home with friends, but he hadn't seen how many. Or even why, or what their intentions were. Perhaps the spirits could tell him, but his Speaker was back in Avon, hidden away from thieving hands. After Jaxxon returns, and he figures out just what his vision had meant, he would return north. Speak with Dimitri now that he's had time to think, speak to Wardruna and tell her of Elli's death if Fiadh hadn't gone and told her herself in his absence. Try and speak with Elli...Odin willing. But until then he "Needed to stop moping around and do something productive" as Polly had put it, before directing the yearling to the healer after he said he doesn't patrol. He may as well learn how to heal, in any case. Could HE have saved Elli, if he had gotten Jasmine to teach him? The viking prince approached the shepherd's den, sitting down before calling out to the woman inside. Pollux told me to see if you need any assistancehis voice was deep, his nordic accent still clinging on despite the fact he's hadn't spoken in anything but english for some time. One of his crows was in the tree nearby, but he couldn't tell which one from here. RE: Viking to Viking - Eldritch - 8/15/2025 Soon enough, the spidery wraith appeared, firstly the glint of her off-putting, pale gaze in the light as she emerged from her den to see who this new presence was. A boy, it seemed - not yet grown into his second year. But as the shadow observed him further, she saw a tired sort of maturity - the kind that came from divine knowledge and deep losses. Eldritch hummed softly in thought, thinking to herself on what she might need help with...nothing herb-wise, she felt, for she had been doing much in terms of healing and medicine on her own. "You may come in." She eventually uttered, nudging the drapes made of the weeping willow tree aside, as if holding a door open for the young seer, "I am Eldritch." She greeted in her gentle way, as she stepped aside just enough to allow him into her sacred space. RE: Viking to Viking - Vitus - 9/16/2025 They were of two similar minds it seemed, staring at eachother, examining one another until she spoke and parted the curtain for him to enter Vitushe replied in turn, before standing and walking past her, curious eyes looking around the den. I'm a seer, but the saints have no use for the gods His tone was...well, rather toneless, annoyed? Self depreciating? Lost? I only plan on staying until my uncle returns, in any case, but I need to be 'useful' until thenFor now at least, he doesn't yet know that he will be staying for the forseen future. RE: Viking to Viking - Eldritch - 12/18/2025 Eldritch hummed softly in acknowledgement of Vitus's words, allowing the drapes of the willow tree's branches to close after the young Seer. "Yes. It seems the Saints, as they are now...they ignore Them." She uttered in response after a minute, referencing the Gods. Her Gods, as much as Vitus's. "I suppose you could keep me company, for the time being." The voidspawn suggested in her soft way, padding over to the trunk of her tree and easing into a sit, then a lay - inviting the boy to rest beside her with a wave of her ebony plume; "It gets lonely, on occasion. Someone with a similar path to my own to talk with would be a nice change, however brief." Eldritch admitted with a light exhale. A stray raven's caw from the higher branches of the willow made her ears angle idly. |