@hamartio sent: to see deirdre once more sounded perhaps like too good of a dream, after all that transpired, but here in this land of askr, it seems nothing is beyond its magic's reach. as soon as sigurd's eyes meet her figure, even enveloped by breidablik's light, he knows---his heart knows. "deirdre...!" it's foolish to ask him to stop himself; as soon as she is fully materialized in this world, he finds his arms wrapped around her figure, pulling her against his chest. this meeting is a blessing, certainly!
deirdre has barely become a solid form in this world before she feels someone else encircling her and holding her so tight. blinded first by light, second by warmth, she is overwhelmed. who is she? where is she? who is this man who hugs her like she is something precious — as if in the case he were to loosen his grip even a little, she might disappear through his fingers like fine grains of sand turning to wisps in the wind?
she feels something hot prick her eyes, only to identify them as tears soon afterwards. are they out of sadness or relief? though she believes this man to be a stranger, she cannot deny how right her body seems to fit against his own. she too reaches, wrapping her arms around his back to keep him to her.
“ it feels like i have missed this... i don't understand... ” her voice rings in her distress, but she cannot bring herself to let go. a fear settles within her, telling her that she is far more frightened of being parted from him than she is of his touch. this feeling burns within her, consuming her and begging to make her anew.
she tilts her head up, but gazing upon the man's face does not give her the answers she seeks. it bring nostalgia without any hint for what the past could have been, and her lip quivers as she asks, “ sir knight... who am i to you? ”