#thread.thyra

“YOU POOR DEAR,” she whispered, voice barely above a whisper. “I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS.” she looked to the woman’s husband who was still very much alive. “IT WILL NOT BE TOO PAINFUL. WORRY NOT.”

she turned from the stunned woman and her offended husband before they could pursue her. she hadn’t meant to see what she’d seen. the visions seemed to come unprompted now. worrying to say the least. 

so lost in thought was the seer that she did not notice the body coming directly towards her, and when she bumped into them, she let out a loud oof! before looking up. she should have seen them coming.

my dear friend,

     i hope this letter finds you well. if it doesn’t, then i hope it finds you decently enough. the farther away i am, the harder it is to see your future. how is our mutual friend kolr? i hope the pup was not too disappointed when i left so abruptly. i do not think he would like my homeland, though. very cold. very on edge.

     i pray a war isn’t coming. i see war in my visions, but i hope that it is for thousands of years by now when i am old and demented or in a cold grave. though, i doubt it. everyone is on guard. we fear an attack from midgard, as i know midgard fears an attack from us. oh that the human jarl had not intervened. perhaps the vakri and the other would have killed one another. as saddened we would all be, i am sure that would have ended in less bloodshed.

    i would come visit if i could. know this. i fear i would not be welcome in your human lands. i would have to make myself shorter somehow. and other than beheading (which i have heard ends in death), i do not see a solution to my height. or my allegedly chilly skin.

    with this letter, i send you a token of our friendship. it is an amulet of protection. i could only carve it of wood. i hope it brings you the protection i imbued within. 

your dearest friend,

“DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME LOOKING BACK, YOU’RE NOT GOING THAT WAY.“ she had been giving out fortunes at the festivals, hopeful to get her mind off of her sudden onset of horrid dreams. she would blame them on the gods. not just any gods. loki. he had always seemed to enjoy tormenting her.