#sove

Sove and Ulula

Chest: Ulula waited for Sove at the marina. She couldn’t have known when to expect her husband, but she was there exactly when he arrived at the shore. Did she look for his return every day? The thought inspired the warrior’s heart. Without waiting for the gangplank to be lowered, he jumped ashore and headed straight for his wife. The wind played with loose strands of her bright hair. She gazed at him searchingly, and the blue of her eyes seemed deeper than the depths into which he must have plunged, and he was speechless for a moment, drowning in that depth. Ulula took him by the hand. The gesture was refreshing and revived his speech. The warrior told his wife that he finally understood. Ulula’s face was radiating, and Sove knew that from now on everything would be fine. The gods had mocked him a bit, but he didn’t blame them. If they had not sent him on a wild goose chase, he would have never realized that it wasn’t them he should have listened to carefully, but someone else entirely. He took Ulula under his arm and together they moved toward the fortress.

Scroll 1: The ancient trees in the sacred grove of Hindar rustled softly, and the murmur of their leaves was reminiscent of a gentle whisper. Sove unhurriedly strolled between the thick trunks immersed in thought. The island of Hindarsfjall, where the temple to the goddess Freyja was raised, was the place where the Skelligans went when they faced problems that could not be solved with a sword and axe. The heroic Sove faced a problem of this kind. He stopped under a sprawling alder tree decorated with mistletoe balls. The ground beneath the tree was covered with soft moss. The place seemed appropriate to Sove. He knelt on the green carpet and closed his eyes. ‘Great Mother,’ he approached the goddess in his thoughts. ‘Look at your humble son and let him draw from your springs of wisdom. O Modron... what should I do to make peace with my wife, Ulula?’

Scroll 2: Sove remembered the day on which he and Ulula were married. There was no such beautiful couple in all of Skellige, and several songs were composed by skalds about their wedding. Ulula wore snow-white seal fur. Her fair hair was braided into thick braids, and a smile as sweet as honey danced on her full lips. Sove thought he was the happiest man in all of Skellige. His happiness, however, did not last long, because the wedding, as if some charm, changed Ulula beyond recognition. The stories about the spouses’ quarrels even reached the furthest corners of the archipelago. Sove tried to communicate with his wife with requests and threats, but to no avail, until finally, the helpless warrior decided to entrust his problem to the gods.

Scroll 3: A gentle voice called him by name. He opened his eyes and noticed that he was no longer kneeling under an alder tree, but over the smooth surface of water. At the edge of the pond stood a figure dressed in loose robes, with a face covered with a flowing scarf. Sove saw the outline of pregnancy under the material. He immediately bowed his head before the Great Mother. Suddenly he felt the weight of someone’s hand on his shoulder. He looked up. The hand belonged to a warrior in golden armour, whose head was protected by a helmet topped with an intricately forged deer antler. Sove also recognized this figure. The warrior pressed a scroll into his hand, which made Sove’s body shudder, and the man awaken under the alder again. In his hand, he clutched the scroll handed to him by Hemdall. He unrolled it and began reading. It described a magic potion to grant him Understanding. The words spoken by Freyja, just before he woke up, resounded in the warrior’s head again. ‘Approach the conflict with your wife in a way you’ve never done before.’ Well then, thought Sove, rising from the damp moss. Let the will of the gods be done.

Ella no fue adoptada, el hechizo que Candy hizo requirió magia de ambas que vendría siendo como nuestro ADN, la beba es de ambas

Aún así, si ella no fuera mi hija biológica yo la amaría mucho porque si hubiéramos adoptado o se hubiera cruzado en nuestro camino le quisieramos mucho♡

Dad doesn't want to let go of his Star yet XD

He's still warming up to the idea of Sove (Star x Nova)

Time taken : 1 hour and 35 mins

I wanted to draw him without the gloves on before anyone points that out.

@zu-is-here will enjoy this XD

Shattered Dream by @shattereddreamsau