Re: On to The Barges
The snow was not particularly unwelcome to the itinerant priestess, either. It minded her of winters back home-- secure and comfortable in their family's home. Particularly those occasions where her mother's unspoken preoccupations had seemed at bay. And she had gone about performing the role of mother, and wife, and homekeep, with something that could pass as contentment. If not joy. At those times, she had enthralled Petra and her step-brother with Elvish folktales, steeped in mystery and mysticism. Told them something of the histories of the various Elven tribes, which were as enrapturing as any fiction she could have devised. And prepared for them baked treats that were as much craft-art, as they were food.
Her father had been his happiest at those times, too. All Elger Faust had wanted was the satisfaction of his trade and his business, and the happiness of his small family. Small enough things to ask, one would think, for all that the latter was fated to be ephemeral.
And then of course there were the outings with her uncle -- somehow even more magical and special during winter, than even spring, which she generally held her favorite season. The boundless white mantle of the snows was ineffable in its beauty. That it paradoxically brought danger and death notwithstanding. That only added to its poignancy.
Today, Petra required no furs to stay warm against the chill. The cloak Kandralde had gifted to her kept her warm; enough so she needed not augment her attire at all. Even lacking it, she knew an invocation that would produce the same result, for a full day and night. She had planned to offer it to Heolstor. But, having failed to convey her plans to him the previous night, he had let her sleep in. Truly, he was the least controlling of lords one could ever expect to find! And, yet, he no less commanded loyalty of those who followed him than the most so. Which she understood well the why of.
Valhalla smiled upon the leader who inspired, rather than domineered.
Shortly enough, she found tracks that looks like his. Joined by those large enough that she wagered Tugdual was back with them. Which was well. The Druid was welcome company, with his wisdom at once earthy and eldritch, his astounding contributions to their efforts. Drawing nearer, Petra caught snatches of conversation as she did. And stopped in her tracks, on overhearing the topic. She suddenly found something on a nearby tree to take interest in. A mix of feelings rang within her, like a discordant note.
Heolstor's family had been unsettled by his father's decision to take a Brython bride, and introduce that blood into their line.
What would they think of adding too the blood of a woman of mean birth, and that of Elves? No grand noble house, as in all the pretty lays about love between Human and Elf -- but an Elvish fugitive , evading the consequences of her thievery, if Petra's suspicions were true. Ah, she could well imagine how that would go over.
She hated this line of thought. Especially, after last night. Likely, one day, she would see Heolstor take a proper Saxon noble-woman as his bride, and she -- she, would end up some robed and ribboned high-priestess in some reclusive, remote, temple-tower! Aye. Likely enough, she concluded in dour humor. Sometimes, this world vexed her a great deal. With all its silly customs, and binding traditions. She was half-tempted to inveigle Heolstor to disappear to her homeland, once this was over. Where no one would know him, except her. And they could keep a modest cabin in the woods, live in total obscurity, like any other rustic, peasant couple.
It was of course a silly child's dream. But - she was unashamed to retain some of those. Reckoning they were in fact good for the soul, and the heart.
Petra cleared her throat audibly, resumed her pace, making no effort to silence it. She nodded to the both of them, once she was close enough to talk:
"My lord Heolstor. Druid Tugdual -- so good to have you back with us! I will interpret this as a favorable omen. Not to mention bad news for our foes."
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