Skill: Seer
She had been reborn in the body of a mortal, the world around her altered. No longer stood the great Yggdrasil, its giant roots woven around the center of the earth. Instead, a boreal world that promised an eternal winter enclosed the woman, young firs growing throughout the terrain that were likely no older than the oldest, domesticated horse.
Urdr had not wasted a moment to start moving, though she knew that time would only tell the fates that this world had woven. She was drawn to the cliffs that rose alongside the ocean, her cold stare looking across the strait to an island. It felt familiar, but not from sight. Urdr could no place the sensation, nor did she wish to, as her haunches folded beneath her.
Something was coming; the gods attested to that. She could feel their influence in this world, though not of her own. These were no Norsemen, but something ancient. The island she looked upon did not reflect the eternal frosts she experienced in that moment. There were fields of green, mountains of white, and yet they were in the same realm of existence, the same territory, and yet their biomes were so starkly different.
It was not the salt of the air that melted the snows over there, for the cliff side she claimed remained frozen. The wise woman narrowed her eyes, her string of fate being plucked as she waited.
Urdr had not wasted a moment to start moving, though she knew that time would only tell the fates that this world had woven. She was drawn to the cliffs that rose alongside the ocean, her cold stare looking across the strait to an island. It felt familiar, but not from sight. Urdr could no place the sensation, nor did she wish to, as her haunches folded beneath her.
Something was coming; the gods attested to that. She could feel their influence in this world, though not of her own. These were no Norsemen, but something ancient. The island she looked upon did not reflect the eternal frosts she experienced in that moment. There were fields of green, mountains of white, and yet they were in the same realm of existence, the same territory, and yet their biomes were so starkly different.
It was not the salt of the air that melted the snows over there, for the cliff side she claimed remained frozen. The wise woman narrowed her eyes, her string of fate being plucked as she waited.
