OOM AU Freyja and Skellig Part Two

[brave_kreyu]

Preparations for the Spring Equinox went on for days. Lines drawn in the earth and carefully checked and spelled to protect them have spread from their garden out into the surrounding forest.

There are spells to help them stay warm as it is still cold enough for a thin skin of ice to form on the well overnight and spells to keep the dirt from getting into places that it shouldn't. Skellig might be tired in the time just before sunrise on the Equinox, but he knows he won't be once the spell starts. The energy, the vitality will fill him up, rejuvenate him!

Freyja has wrapped herself in a green cloak but is naked beneath, toes digging into the earth. There are early spring flowers woven into her hair in a kind of crown.


"What tale shall we use?" she asks him, curious. She knows the story will 'feel' real and there are so many options for either of them to be rescuing the other, or escaping together.

Her cycle has shifted with the approaching Equinox, so she is at the peak of her fertility and her appetite today. The ritual will only serve to stoke that fire of want even higher. It may be handy that he'll be able to 'recover' VERY quickly today.

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"I am not entirely sure," he admits, his focus and attention shifting back and forth between the figure in front of him - she may be wrapped in a cloak but he KNOWS what is beneath it, is well-aquainted with her form and what she has to offer him - and the rest of the woods that surrounds them.

"I spent so long to search for you, it seems as if that would most natural, but I have debated if that if the one I wish to relive again on this day..."

[brave_kreyu]

"There is a little while yet to decide," she reassures him. She laughs, low. "It will take me a while to spin the spell, and it could be any tale them until the instant you finish your weaving when I am done."

She can feel that the sun is close to rising, so she must start now! She shakes herself, then begins to spin slowly clockwise as she reaches deep within herself and stretches OUT to the fabric of the world. The fabric of reality is not something to be pulled on carelessly, so she exerts all her will, all of her self, all of the karma that this form can handle into the work.

The web of karma finally holds, her half of the structure done as her motion stills. She's panting, sweating, as the energy of Life itself pours into her from the Earth below.

She shivers as it fills her, for it is more than she imagined it to be. It is the resistance of entropy written in protein, RNA, and DNA, the desire to continue and to make more of oneself written into even the simplest forms of life. The dough that rises, the seed that sprouts, the sap that rises, the egg that hatches, the newborn's cry - it is all of these things and more.