dass vom alpenland

❛  act natural.  ❜ ❛  be careful.  ❜ ❛  but why?  ❜ ❛  calm down.  ❜ ❛  come here.  ❜ ❛  do you?  ❜ ❛  don't ask.  ❜ ❛  don't cry.  ❜ ❛  don't go.  ❜ ❛  don't move.  ❜ ❛  for what?  ❜ ❛  good idea.  ❜ ❛  guess what?  ❜ ❛  hurry up.  ❜ ❛  i forgot.  ❜ ❛  it's nothing.  ❜ ❛  join me.  ❜ ❛  keep quiet.  ❜ ❛  leave it.  ❜ ❛  let's go.  ❜ ❛  not bad.  ❜ ❛  not now.  ❜ ❛  now what?  ❜ ❛  shut up.  ❜ ❛  take care.  ❜ ❛  take this.  ❜ ❛  that's impossible.  ❜ ❛  then when?  ❜ ❛  think quickly.  ❜ ❛  time's up.  ❜ ❛  try me.  ❜ ❛  wake up.  ❜ ❛  watch out!  ❜ ❛  well done.  ❜ ❛  what happened?  ❜ ❛  what now?  ❜ ❛  who knows?  ❜ ❛  why me?  ❜ ❛  your turn.  ❜ ❛  you're wrong.  ❜

The whiplash that Traute had to his response was impeccable. Before she could respond, an Ikea worker would ask if she needed anything as she was standing there for 20 minutes now. His text sounded so kind but the use of Walle, that was when she just wanted to shake her phone and go why. 

[ sms: preiselbeere ] thank you for your blessing  [ sms: preiselbeere ] call me walle again and i will make sure i throw eggs at your house  [ sms: preiselbeere ] i am traute i hope you know it means slaying in the battlefield watch yourself in your sleep tonight 🔪

At least, she was honest. There was something about Walle that was oddly sacred to her. She can take Waltraud, she can take Traute. Hell, she’ll even do Traude at this point–but Walle? Walle was holy, venerate, consecrated. Walle is earned privilege to say. Anyways, to change her tune–

[ sms: preiselbeere ] that’s cause you’ve been on my mind asgasgasg

Ew. Why did she do that. 

[ sms: preiselbeere ] please excuse me for that im at ikea it changes me  [ sms: preiselbeere ] i will bring whatever that is with a loaf of bread  [ sms: preiselbeere ] you shall see me in 1-3 business days 

While typing away with the encouragement of a recently awake Kalle chirping out his usual nonsense, the sort that Hjalmar would claim makes perfect sense and that he’s just misunderstood, he can’t help but wonder what he did to wind up on anyone’s mind. He likes to hang around the liminal space near the subconscious, then wonder why he never gets any visitors, makes up any number of self-deprecating reasons, and finally accepts his lot in life. Repeat ad nauseam.

[ SMS > Högsta tyska ] My name means »helmet», I think I’m safe. [ SMS > Högsta tyska ] Were you bringing eggs? [ SMS > Högsta tyska ] Please don’t waste them, they’d be better for pyttipanna 🥔

He thinks about what he’s got stocked in the pantry at this very moment, making a quick mental note to write down later on a physical note of what he should buy that might also pair well with eggs.

[ SMS > Högsta tyska ] Or for anything, but pyttipanna is fine. [ SMS > Högsta tyska ] You can try it in a few days. Don’t get lost.

[ sms: preiselbeere ] i dont like you [ sms: preiselbeere ] im not bringing eggs anymore [ sms: preiselbeere ] no pyttipanna for you

It was quite easy for her to change her mind through the art of childish spite. If she knew her eggs were being used for the greater good, she might as well not bring them. She looked up to see where she was again, oh yeah, the IKEA. There was no way there was eggs here. Hm, some things to ponder on.

[ sms: preiselbeere ] im already lost [ sms: preiselbeere ] i will die on this cursed land and haunt the aisles next to the

She squinted to stare at the textile next to her.

The small world of Anna was turned upside down as it change in tradition and practice. People were changing, their ideals were changing and she could not help but fear it. 1525, a year of chaos. She feared the worst, a life of damnation and the fires of hell. The young Bavarian ode herself to not become one of them, no, she was better than that. Under the request of her duke, Anna was confided to the the four stone walls of Kloster Hohenwart. Her religious duties were of importance and god knows that she needed it the most. 

Her life was filled with silence, prayer, and tending to sheep. She vowed to maintain her silence as a way to ensure that the damned who fallen, were in fact, saved somehow. It was the kindest thing she can do honestly. Her days were slow and calmed–unaware of the world that came to be. It was nicer this way, she had nothing to worry about other than the fear of burning in hell. 

That was until, one day, she heard from Sister Barbara that someone had called for her. Sister Barbara had gently patted the young woman to tell her someone has come to call for her. It struck Anna with a face of confusion. She did not know who was coming, let alone ,from where. She picked up the lamb that she was nursing and scurried down the corridors of the abbey, hearing her feet patter against the stone floor. 

As she reached towards the door, she pulled the heavy wooden block open and saw the figure in front of her, unamused while her lamb bleated in the background. 

During her initial greetings with the sisters of the abbey, she was surprised to learn that someone she might know shared their walls.  Perhaps the young noblewoman would like to see her.  The confused, but curious Krystyna said, yes.  But the whole time she waited for her supposed acquaintance, she rattled her brain for some hint of who it could be.  It was obvious as soon as the young woman entered the room.  And Sister Barbara had been right; the face behind the door was indeed familiar.  The hostility, however, was unwelcome and was met with a frown and an annoyed scoff. 

"It's not my fault you decided to travel," she stated the obvious. "There's another abbey about an hour from here. I suggest you go there. This one is already occupied." A blatant lie, as Krystyna was already standing in her room and board.

Beautiful library in Munich Bavaria