Small Favours in High Doses [Volsungs] Dec 28, 2019 20:16:47 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2019 20:16:47 GMT -6
Winter never had been kind to an island as desolate as Miera, but they’d always made do. Fish were no less plentiful in winter, but the waters were far more treacherous, and Valdis’ old bones were growing more brittle by the day. Pride had long stood in her way, but as her strength waned, she preferred to rely on the help of her family than to let her hubris be the death of her.
Inhaling deeply, she stared into the choppy waters, watching the way the waves vied for the surface like dogs snapping at meat. It undulated like a great beast, and it had always calmed Valdis to know that chaos was truly embedded in the very fabric of the universe, rather than just her life. Nothing was fair, nothing equal, and Valdis had done the best she could have done with her life. The gods had blessed her, and she had long put the nagging feeling of inadequacy to bed. Her mate and children would survive her, along with the pack she thought of as family.
Raising her muzzle to the sky, she let her eyes slip closed as she howled for her mate. The grumble of her stomach could not be ignored any longer, but she could not risk the waters when they were this choppy. She hated to ask anything of him, after all he’d given her, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And, besides, she knew he would do it. He would do anything for her.
The noon sun hung high above them, but the clouds obscured it, and the island was cast in cold shadow. A shiver ran through her as she settled down onto her belly, the rocks beneath her icier than she’d expected. Her breath came out in misty wisps in the wintry air, and her childhood came back to her in a flash. Valdis smiled to herself, resting her weary head on her paws. Things had been simpler then – but far lonelier. Old age was not as bad as they said it was.
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