Jul 17, 2019
@einnaudr
“you grow lovelier by the day, fair niece.”
nanna is younger by far than her siblings; freyja and freyr were for the war-time, the blade-time before nanna could have even dreamt of her husband, had she been there to meet him. somewhat divorced is she, perhaps, not as close as she could be to any of her family but her father, yet still she has love in her heart for them. and gersemi, a jewel like her mother, draws it as easily, too.
she should come back to vanaheim more often. at least, as all good aunts should, she’s come with a gift, a necklace of feathers fallen from the beautiful birds that nest in breiðablik and the gems that spring from its ground, wrapped in soft linen to keep it safe. “here—this is for you.”