#asksleipnirlokason

[anyilherron]

((Okay, I just wanted to say I love you all and you all are awesome and thank you so much for putting up with my shit. I love RPing with you guys and reading your posts and I really, really, REALLY appreciate you guys playing with me and creating worlds together and all the amazing stuff we do here. So, yeah, you all rock.

Yes, I am maudlin. No, I am not drunk, just wrestling with self-esteem issues, but it doesn't change how awesome y'all are. Be well and bide in peace.))

[sheholdsthearchive-blog]

Listen up, Helifeels pals!

So, Sigyn's birthday is on the twenty-third of June. 

She kind of shy and not crazy, but she's going to be spending her birthday at this house in Scotland. Nothing huge is planned. Probably some High Tea, maybe a bonfire on the beach and feels. Because you know...this is right around the time she lost her kids. Sigyn will probably want to do some sort of special something for her babies, although I have not quite decided what, and she might do that privately. 

Anyway, tagging a few people I can think of that might be interested. Let me know if you want in.

[sheholdsthearchive-blog]

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

The Museum of Modern Art had been a subject of intrest to both Sigyn and Sleipnir for some time. Finally, after some planning, Sigyn was able to take some time off from her work in the village to take Sleipnir to New York for a couple of days. And so far, the museum had not been a let down. 

They had gone through the rain room, which had been remarkable and then the two of them had stared at Starry Night for over an hour. After that, they had wandered, looking at anything and everything the museum had to offer. It was shaping up to be a perfect day. 

Sigyn had left Sleipnir by the Soundsuit and had gone up to Cafe 2 for some chai tea. He had not wanted any, preferring instead to try and figure out what the sculpture meant. After waiting several minutes, Sigyn finally had her tea. She paid the cashier  thanked him with a smile and left, taking a sip. It was delicious. It happened several sips in: Her vision began to blur. Sigyn blinked a few times and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. She was scared, her mind felt heavy. Sigyn leaned against the wall for support.

[sheholdsthearchive-blog]

Isn't your birthday coming up? What are wanting to do for it?

Oh…I suppose it is. But not for another month. And probably nothing, Sleipnir. 

[arthurthebadger]

ask-sleipnir-lokason started following you

Hullo Maker's-son.  

[sheholdsthearchive-blog]

Happy mother's day, ma. Because yes, I do consider you a mother to me.

Thank you, Sleipnir. I love you.

[grounds-thatcanfightback-blog]

ask-sleipnir-lokason has set foot on your soil

Is this a horse or a boy? I am confused.

Oh well. I will welcome him anyway!

A large tree suddenly sprouts out of the ground near Sleipnir, covered in ripe, rosy apples.