4/27/2025, 7:06 AM
intended for Týr then AW!
the sky split open with fire, tearing long scars of light across a blanket of blue and black. a streak of molten light howled through the heavens, and from it she was born—again. the storm made flesh. gjalla. the comet fell, carrying her across the endless night, wrapped in flame and ash.
the ground scorched and smoldered where she crashed down to it. from the cradle of ruin, she stirred.
she rose from the crater in a shudder of limbs, steam peeling from a dark coat. periwinkle eyes flutter open—the throbbing pain is quick, for the gods are kind. in the swirling heat of her rebirth, she saw them: thrúd, her fire-blooded girl, fierce even in her shadow. hrefna, silver-winged and sharp-eyed. róta, a blade tempered. agnar, her storm, her strength. their faces flickered like mirages in the haze, slipping through her mind like grasping smoke. her heart lurched with aching, searing need.
others came to her in flashes, no less important—ulfric, her anchor. morwenna, her spirit-sister. they were out there. all of them. she knew this, for she could feel it. a low, broken growl shuddered from her chest, then a groan to shake away the ache in her body. folded legs push against the earth, pushing to stand. fucking sore.
the ground scorched and smoldered where she crashed down to it. from the cradle of ruin, she stirred.
she rose from the crater in a shudder of limbs, steam peeling from a dark coat. periwinkle eyes flutter open—the throbbing pain is quick, for the gods are kind. in the swirling heat of her rebirth, she saw them: thrúd, her fire-blooded girl, fierce even in her shadow. hrefna, silver-winged and sharp-eyed. róta, a blade tempered. agnar, her storm, her strength. their faces flickered like mirages in the haze, slipping through her mind like grasping smoke. her heart lurched with aching, searing need.
others came to her in flashes, no less important—ulfric, her anchor. morwenna, her spirit-sister. they were out there. all of them. she knew this, for she could feel it. a low, broken growl shuddered from her chest, then a groan to shake away the ache in her body. folded legs push against the earth, pushing to stand. fucking sore.