Andarin: The Mountains: i am a little teapot. --

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

Yes, the winds mutter – it ends in a distant sound, like a nest of hornets. I have two daughters. Jörmungandr and Alkonost. Twins.

Twin daughters that are as unlike as the color of their hides: black and white, silver and gold, fire and air, lightning and water and yet love each other far more than I ever loved them, far more than, I think, they will ever love anyone in their lives.

I haven’t seen them in a long time, though. They are… exquisite. They do not need me.

Jörmungandr and Alkonost who acquired their titles on the same day, the serpent of slow, inescapable death and the bird of paradise. Twin shadows, because that’s what they were bred to be, the Stormcrow and the Stormreaver, balanced as if upon the edge of a knife.

I doubt they ever did, beyond the usual necessities of life…

It doesn’t bother me. I made them for a reason, a purpose – perhaps I am shallow, even cruel, in that I do not love my children, at least, not as much or as fiercely as my father loves his own. Perhaps I have more of my own mother in me than I would like to confess to. Children bred without love, nothing but a passing lust (for me, not even that – more like a whim, a careful process), for a purpose.

I am a horrible mother.

Which is why I shall never breed again.

Ah, but that doesn’t matter. You, however… tell me about you, Micah. I suck at a small talk, but, at least, I try.

Story of my life.

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