Goddess of Healing and Help

Here I serve with open arms aided by magick and alchemy to better the realm that has become my home, my choosen purpose for existence. Tag: healerofasgard Proud member of the Realms of Yggdrasil 100% Hate-Anon Free

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Imprisoned Light

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The past is what formed the foundation that crumbled away beneath her feet. She sought to cling to something on her own. The magic tethering her to the woman beside her allowed the goddess clarity, even for briefest moments.

"How do I let this go?" Her eyes remained on the guard in front of her, the anger hidden deep within her still smoldering away. "What is the point, of my service is to the one who stole this from me?"

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Around them, the fresh air cleared the heat of the corridors as they crossed the pavilions towards the gardens.

How could something so simple, something so deep make the elder question the life she lead. She fought for the balance, found it in a new space. But could Sol do the same? Could she shackle the hurt and yoke it for another use?

"You find some purpose in it." Eira spoke softly, trying to make sense of who she managed to survive those years apart from the old realm. Her throat tightened but she pushed past it with each step.  "You take some measure of solace in what remains and seek to obtain a new place were your heart might find ease."

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Imprisoned Light

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Sol's eyes moved over the armor, the weapon of the guard before them, leading their way. This was a fine sword, of folded metal and inlaid gold upon the pommel in the shape of a rune - Odin's mark. Her stomach churned. She had seen this mark before, on the armor of the men that had taken her father's life.

The power of loss was unimaginable. There was no way to describe it fully. It was as though part of you was taken, stolen. You'd never get it back.

"Who did you lose, my lady?" Her tone was gentle, hushed. Steps kept in time with the healer, the path from the palace began to narrow.

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Her father... her mother... a brother..

All in the service of the Aesir, to Asgard, joining Odin's cause only to lose their lives. Yet for that bravery and her own talents, Eira found herself bound. Even now, Vanaheimr flickered in memory, her new purpose greater.

"A family and home" was all she managed to say, her tone unaffected and her face an impassive as they walked. All became a reflection the peace she forced herself to make. "The past is in the past."

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"You may have a point then." He chuckled. "Perhaps you have some menial task I can undertake here then?"

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"The great trickster offering to serve another for a mere pittance? Hath Múspellsheimr frozen?" Alhough Eira tried to hold her laughter, a small chuckle bubble forth to match Loki's demeanour. It had been too long since she escaped the seriousness of her duties. "Such a silly thing to amuse yourself with Loki. Does Asgard's bounty no longer hold your attentions as of late?"

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Imprisoned Light

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Sol felt herself drawn to the bracelets. So very unlike the shackles. Her eyes were drawn to the patterns in the gold, visible now and then beneath a fluctuating curtain of magic. They were not sharp, angular shapes as had been on the shackles; these were organic, flowing.

As she was bade forward, easing out the chamber door towards the grove, long fingers stroked over one. Sol's eyes widened in recognition of the magical signature- there was no denying to whom this belonged. Eira.

Eyes shut at the severity of the realization. They were now bound indefinitely, Eira's feeding the bonds, taking from the woman a measure of strength.

Walking in pace with the healer, Sol raised a bracelet, one word leaving her mouth, draped in concern and confusion. Certain the woman would understand, she whispered. "Why?"

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The guards in their regalia clinked and clunked while they walked, arrayed loosely before and behind. Two were enough for their escort at the time, but it was still daunting. Yet, Eira kept her face passive even as Sol posed that simple, painful question.

"Because I know the pain of loss and the need of compassion."

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"Well I have grown a bit bored and you know the ways of my idle mind."

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"True. But I doubt the children of Asgard would be so simple... lest you plan a trip to Midgard."

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"I feel like drawing eyebrows on babies." 

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"That is a strange desire, Loki."

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Imprisoned Light

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The lifting weight she felt on her arms, her legs, made her immediately look towards the origin of the sensation. How long had it been since Sol felt such a thing. As her fingers stroked over the warm, smooth metal that rested so gently against her body, still so very fatigued and frail with lack of proper nourishment, she let her eyes close.

Sol recalled a warm day in the fields, grain swaying with the hot breeze, arms and legs stretched out as she hid from view.The sun shone overhead and she heard her brother, her father calling to her.

Eira’s words had shaken Sol into reality, the memory fading into a comforting mist. Lifting the layers of her skirt, she held out one leg at a time, toes flexing with relief. The muscles in her legs were in a constant state of pain in varying degrees from the weight of the chain, the necessity of her awkward gait to not trip on the chain. “Much better… I- I do not know what to say.”

In the short span of time that the goddess had been under her care, she felt almost kindred to the kindly healer. “Thank you.” Eyes found hers and she bowed her head, hoping to convey the depth of her meaning.

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"There's nothing to be said." Despite the coolness sewn into those words, Eira traipsed a thinner line than the Vanir could imagine, its razor edge biting into her spirit. Only by Eira's will or or her death would that bond binding Sol break. That was the price she had to pay for the sake of that freedom, of serving her nature and her loyalties. "But you are welcome."

Stretching out a hand towards their escort, who would remained at the grove's gates when they arrives, the healer beckoned the girl to join her stride into the labyrinth of gilded halls, heedless of the constant wane and pull on her own magic tethering them.

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Respite

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Narvi let out a soft sigh through his nose, clearly unsatisfied by the turn of their conversation. The only conclusion he could draw from this was that Eira was just as unwilling to share as the others, but his deductions still remained the same.

"We should go," Vali said, both from the rising tension and his increasing exhaustion as the spell Eira cast upon him brought him to a state of drowsiness. 

The brothers stood at the same time. “We thank you for your services and hospitality, Lady Eira,” Narvi said as he bowed.

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Lowering her head in return, Eira offered the princes one last smile. Written in their faces, their troubles danced in the shadows. All she desired for them was peace, free from the sins of the pasts. Why deny them their own crafted futures?

"Go and rest, boys. Come to me upon the morrow so that I may assess the wounds again." The concession was better than argument, her respect greater than the bounds of her station. Nonetheless, some sacrifices served an even greater purpose. "Good night, Vali. Good night, Narvi."

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Imprisoned Light

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Sol watched carefully from the corner of her eye as Eira spoke with the guards. The level of compassion, of kindness was something that she had not experienced. Almost kindred in the pain she could sense from the healer, she knew the mediation would help them both.

Rising to her feet, chains from her shackles scraping along the floor, she nodded to the woman upon her return. "I am ready when you are."

What clarity could the space bring her? For a brief moment, she wondered if she should see things as they are.

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Metal against tile grated against tuned ears. Such was the sound of oppression, of war beyond the lines. No, it would not do.

"One moment." Turning away, Eira spoke in hushed inaudible tones to the guards, both of whom how frowned at first, their distaste written in the curves of their lips. However, the healer's poignant stares and position in rank overwrote disdain. One then stretched out his hand in submission toward Sol, giving leave with only a quick word of assent.

Then Eira turned back to Sol. Her fingers trailed over the locks of the manacles. Her magic pulse within and without the crafted metal, seeking its seams, its weakness. One careful tap made them fall away only to find themselves replaces by golden bangles which hummed with power. Better than any shackle and tethered to Eira herself, the magic-bands proved superior. Lacking even a chain, they gave them quiet and also allowed Eira to keep an eye of Sol in case her body wore itself out - just because she was fed and rested, it did not mean she was just out of danger just yet. If she must be prisoner, at least Eira's method rang with comfort rather than true control.

"That's better, yes?"

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Imprisoned Light

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The goddess could feel the weight that had settled on the healer's shoulders and saw a glimmer of light in her smile. Perhaps she could benefit from such a journey as well.

"It would please me. Very much." Sol took a moment to sit upright, laying her hands in her lap once more. "I am ready to leave when you feel it is prudent."

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Nodding, the healer rose to met with the guards. Their perplexed expressions failed to deter her aim. Yet it was her loyalty and their respect that granted their goodwill enough for obedience. Flanked by their strength, Eira returned to Sol's side with a triumphant smile tugging at her lips.

"Let us be on our way. The suns have an hour or so before they set. Their warmth and light will make the grove even more alluring." Her hand held itself out gently for the young one to accept. "But please, at your pace only."

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Respite

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Vali and Narvi shared yet another look, and while Narvi showed apathy, Vali showed annoyance—not at Eira, but at his own brother. Vali knew exactly what Narvi meant to do, what he wanted to hear—that his father tricked their mother into marrying him by posing as her groom. The real groom? Murdered, and Narvi didn’t even need to think as much to know who did it.

It was a story not commonly spoken of, and it was why Vali wondered how Narvi could draw such a conclusion. Everyone else spoke good of their parents’ union. 

"F-Forgive him, Lady Eira," Vali nervously said. "He can be a little impatient when it comes to learning something new."

"Yes," Narvi nodded, speaking blandly. "I apologize." 

"I…also heard that it was their wedding that stopped the Aesir-Vanir War, right?" Vali wasn’t exactly sure, but he desperately wanted to redirect the subject. 

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"You are forgiven, my princes..."

Eira caught the embers of shadow, of hidden motives. Yet not a word beyond its notice passed her lips. What was done was done - what amends could any of them make now? For too long since had the realms continued to revolve and persist, bonds broken and held, bonds made and strengthened. What mattered was that the princes were truly loved and welcome.

Reaching up, her pale hands settled one of each prince's shoulder's and offer them a pleading, comforting smile.

"Aye, it was. But here we still stand."

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Imprisoned Light - healerofasgard

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As Eira spoke, the goddess allowed her own eyes to shut, transported into a view of a fond memory. She could hear the trickling of the water, over the rocks, rushing through the reeds that dangled into the current. Leaves would float by, unhurried, unchallenged, easing their way away. As with the memories that haunted Sol of her home, she knew that she needed to let them drift through her mind, not resting on one too long.

Could she learn to live with this feeling, resting heavy against her heart? Perhaps she could. The sound of meditation in such a beautiful place, so sacred, and more beautiful that any could imagine, made her hum quietly. “I appreciate your help, Eira. Truly. If possible, would you be joining me?”

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Laying a hand on the young goddess's shoulder, Eira surrendered to the genuine smile as it pulled at her lips. Yes, perhaps it was time to leave the weight of the healing room even for herself.

"If it would please you, perhaps that change in environment would serve us both now. What say you?"

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