Andarin: The Mountains: caught in a landslide ; oceantree --

horse stock by colourize @ deviantArt ; photomanipulation by Lore

“ Death is the only god that comes when you call. ”
- Roger Zelazny

We hardly ever do, babylove, she sighs, touching her lips to the young mare’s forehead – it doesn’t matter that Oceantree is older, that she isn’t even her real sister. They are good as family and for Fenrisulfr, that is enough. I can’t tell you where you belong or doesn’t, darling, but for as long as you want to be here, you are welcome.

Fenrisulfr, if she was honest, could relate. How often did she want to just – vanish? Disappear into the wild, wander the world, see things she had never seen? And yet, it was love that bound her down – not love as they loved, but her love, her own dark, cold passion – and now, here she was, stuck in this world, stuck in the mountains. But these things, she does not say, though she had no doubt her apprentice sister could see them, if she wanted.

If she wanted.

I trust you, Oceantree, she sighs, curling her lips in the mare’s mane, breathing her in. She was reminded of Stelios, oddly enough, of his demure behavior, his melancholy; why would I not? You’ve done nothing wrong. Plus, you’re family.

Fenrisulfr is no scholar, as far from seer as possible; but she could almost catch her thoughts. It translated to her body drawing tighter, besides her, skin to skin, fur to fur, water to water. You’re not alone, her body said.

You’re not alone.

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.