4/29/2025, 12:43 PM
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She remained fixated, deafened by the sound of crackling bark as the fire culminated within that wooden chamber. The tree, once hollow, took on new life. New form. New purpose. The storm was still twisting in the sky above, dark clouds circling overhead like vultures. The soft mist still trickled, spitting from the sky and creating a dew over the dual toned furs of her face.
Rune’s eyes were wide, tracing the fire and absorbing the shape of it. And she glowed in the soft colors of red and orange. The rune. Her rune. But she did not yet understood what it meant.
She barely heard her faðir approach, his paws far softer than the sounds that currently entrapped her mind. But his worried voice pulled her, a worried patter in her chest as her gaze fluttered and she turned toward him. Her smaller frame would stand, ears flicking forward as she turned her dual-toned eyes toward him with a softness that she hoped would help placate his worry.
Faðir!She took a step toward him, nudging him suddenly with an eagerness as she tired to draw his eyes toward the burning tree.
Don’t worry, I am unharmed, but … look,she continued, but Tyr was already looking.
A silence fell over them.
What does it mean, faðir?Her voice was as soft as the mist, eyes wide with fascination as she sought her father’s guidance.
