22 July 2005 @ 01:40 pm

Archie hurries down the stairs from the guest quarters, a distracted look on his face. He pauses only when he reaches the bar and, laying a hand on her surface, makes a quiet request.

A book appears next to his hand along with an apple. He looks slightly startled at the apple, but tucks it into his pocket, takes the book and proceeds out the door towards the lake, his head down, paying not the least bit of attention to his surroundings until he reaches the lake.
26 June 2005 @ 10:53 pm
And running across the room (from here), there's now a calico cat yowling at the front door.

Who speaks cat?

Yrael does, and from his spot at the fireplace with some of the others, is at the door in a flash.

"The front door. Hannibal! Alanna! She's at the door!"
26 June 2005 @ 09:34 pm
In the Smoke filled Skies above | The Stars begin Dying.
The Heartless Norns | Have torn the Tapestry
Woven of the Lives | Of the Nine Worlds
The Kind Ones Work | And the Worlds move on.

From Asgard to Midgard | Over Körmt and Ermt
The Rainbow Bridge stands | Precious Stone upon Precious Stone
Horses for Travel | Dogs for Loyalty
Carved to hold the Rails | And support the Span.

Paused at the Watchtower | A lone Skjaldmeyjar
Battered but not Broken | Starts her Way across
Weaponless | Though armed with Wit
The Blessings of Loved Ones | And Freya's Brisingamen

Battles lasting Brief | Moments end Swiftly
Birthing Legends that last | Through out Time and Worlds
Death complete in Fate | Need Not be Happy
Life lived Start to End | Spun, Measured and Cut
25 June 2005 @ 10:36 pm
It came that Hel | Dread lady
Once knew in a place | Far from Yggdrasil
A valkyrie | Unlike the others in service
Golden and Bound | Far from Asgard

They were not then | Friendly to each other
Yet knowing some | Close and loved
They spoke more than once | Dread Hel
And the golden | Chooser of the Dead

<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/skjaldmeyjar/54786.html>Asgard.</a>
21 June 2005 @ 09:13 pm
OOM : Sessrunmir )
After Svava leaves, Archie breaks away from the rest of the people gathered and lurches towards the far end of the bar.

He can't break down now. He won't.

If there are words spoken to him they do not reach from his ears to his brain.

She's gone.

"Bar, love? I need something strong."

His voice breaks again.

"Make sure there's lots of it."
There's a Valkyrie coming down the stairs, for the last time.

And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

She has her armor on, blade strapped and ready. The only things with her that she did not arrive with are a locket, rune inscribed, and a dream crystal, ribbon tied. With a panicked glance around the room, and a key in hand, Svava runs over to the Bar.
O, hark, O, hear! How thin and clear,
A shaking hand sets down both the key and a cloak clasp. There's a pause after a whispered request. And then a "please". The key disappears, and the black and white feathered cloak appears under the clasp. Svava picks it up, the cloak unfolding.
And thinner, clearer, father going!
She puts it on.
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
Cloak, blade, helm, memories and wishes and blessings from friends. Out the door? The End.
The horns of Asgard faintly blowing!
She stifles a scream in her throat as she turns around to look over the bar, hands white knuckled on the counter top behind her.

"Það er nú."

"... Today."
19 June 2005 @ 07:37 pm
OOM:Asgard )