Princess Healer
Wind howled across the roof top of New Himmeldal, like a pack of wolves baying at the moon the night she was born. Snow fell heavy on the mountain tops that surrounded Norvegr-fen, and thickened the stone streets with it's icy glaze, it had been a long night. One of the longest Théo had ever spent in his life, feeling completely useless as his new wife gave birth to their daughter. He always knew that Ylva was strong, in every way but after witnessing Thora enter the world he had nothing but complete admiration for his Ylva. And he doubted that there was anything she could not do, she was simply wonderful.
Ylva slept now, warm and safe in the furs of their master bed, and little Thora slept warm and safe in her father's arms. Fatigue did not visit Théo, where was there time for sleep when when your daughter rests in your arms? She was so beautiful just like her mother ...
A gentle flow of tears wet Théo's face and vanished into his beard, they were tears of joy and wonderment.
A wriggling within the fur, and Thora opened her eyes for the first time. All she could see was a big blurry blob of black and white and she would come to realise it was the face of her father. w there is a strong sense of familiar about the blob, the voice was known to her, it was not the first time she had heard it, but now she could put a blobto the voice. Thora gurgled and shifted she was hot, felt a bit stifled and wanted out of it. She had spent the last months in a watery bed, nice and snug and perfect but this... the only way to tell the blob was to protest the only way she knew how.
The gurgle turned into a whimper and built up into a cry as her little legs began to kick. It had the desired affect, at least gaining a reaction of her father who, as it turned out, was stricken by panic although he handled it well in the end. He stood up and took Thora to the window trying his best to quieten her down and pulled back the fur enough to let some air in.
That voice again, speaking softly almost a whisper, but she did not know what he said, but it calmed her and now that she was cooling off.
"Swift as a deer, quiet as a shadow, quick as a snake, calm as still water", he began a story, a tale of a young girl from tales of old. In response Thora cooed and listened...
The rays of the morning sun filtered through the pane and washed them both in his glory. There was a smile on her father's face, she did not understand why, but that will change as time passes.
Ylva slept now, warm and safe in the furs of their master bed, and little Thora slept warm and safe in her father's arms. Fatigue did not visit Théo, where was there time for sleep when when your daughter rests in your arms? She was so beautiful just like her mother ...
A gentle flow of tears wet Théo's face and vanished into his beard, they were tears of joy and wonderment.
~oOo~
A wriggling within the fur, and Thora opened her eyes for the first time. All she could see was a big blurry blob of black and white and she would come to realise it was the face of her father. w there is a strong sense of familiar about the blob, the voice was known to her, it was not the first time she had heard it, but now she could put a blobto the voice. Thora gurgled and shifted she was hot, felt a bit stifled and wanted out of it. She had spent the last months in a watery bed, nice and snug and perfect but this... the only way to tell the blob was to protest the only way she knew how.
The gurgle turned into a whimper and built up into a cry as her little legs began to kick. It had the desired affect, at least gaining a reaction of her father who, as it turned out, was stricken by panic although he handled it well in the end. He stood up and took Thora to the window trying his best to quieten her down and pulled back the fur enough to let some air in.
That voice again, speaking softly almost a whisper, but she did not know what he said, but it calmed her and now that she was cooling off.
"Swift as a deer, quiet as a shadow, quick as a snake, calm as still water", he began a story, a tale of a young girl from tales of old. In response Thora cooed and listened...
The rays of the morning sun filtered through the pane and washed them both in his glory. There was a smile on her father's face, she did not understand why, but that will change as time passes.
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