15th day of the Second Umbral moon
Things have become...unique.
I dare not elaborate, as it is no longer my life that is endangered but the lives of an apparent many others, but I will simply say that a memento from my dear husband has brought forth an entirely new universe to me.
It is as if a veil before my waking vision had been pulled back and an entire secret world has bled forth. I have been stunned, assaulted, scared....but most recently, I have also been embraced. The new lives enfolded into mine own have taken me beneath their wing with a willingness and a level of comfort that defies all previous experiences I've had.
Of direct note has been a constant friend and companion regardless of where I roam. A powerful woman by the name of Brynhilde Wulf. She has granted me endless kindness, advice, and even retorted at my verbal jabs, countering with ones of her own that very often leave me at a loss for words and disintegrating in to mirth. She sees through my rage and my disgust, finds a bright spot, and pats my head knowingly as a mother would.
I'd fight for her and her kin to the death. And now I may have opportunities for just that.
Things have become...unique.
I dare not elaborate, as it is no longer my life that is endangered but the lives of an apparent many others, but I will simply say that a memento from my dear husband has brought forth an entirely new universe to me.
It is as if a veil before my waking vision had been pulled back and an entire secret world has bled forth. I have been stunned, assaulted, scared....but most recently, I have also been embraced. The new lives enfolded into mine own have taken me beneath their wing with a willingness and a level of comfort that defies all previous experiences I've had.
Of direct note has been a constant friend and companion regardless of where I roam. A powerful woman by the name of Brynhilde Wulf. She has granted me endless kindness, advice, and even retorted at my verbal jabs, countering with ones of her own that very often leave me at a loss for words and disintegrating in to mirth. She sees through my rage and my disgust, finds a bright spot, and pats my head knowingly as a mother would.
I'd fight for her and her kin to the death. And now I may have opportunities for just that.
