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11-19-2016, 07:58 PM
The climate wasn’t exactly tropical, but the sandy beach was a better place than most to call base for a while. Huldra had discovered that she didn’t mind the nomadic lifestyle near as much as she’d thought. It had been hell before, terrifying and dangerous when it had just been herself and Sigrún, but with two immortal warriors in tow it wasn’t half bad really. She enjoyed their company and even if they sometimes bitched about it, the two stallions looked after her, made her feel safe. Adjusting to life in a herdland would be a new challenge altogether
When a look down the long stretch of beach in either direction didn’t produce a sign of her darling idiots, Huldra settled into the task with a resigned sigh. Siggy had slithered off to hunt so Huldra tried not to let the momentary solitude bother her, neither snake nor stallions had abandoned her yet but that little spark of trepidation was always in her mind when they all happened to be out of sight. There was a smattering of driftwood along the beach and arranging it wouldn’t be too much trouble. The mare wasn’t built very daintily, but Huldra usually shied away from such work for the sake of not knowing how—she was still useless at most things. With Tarik and Ralik around, and not always passed out, she had little reason to fend for herself, but her viking protectors had taught her to make a fire and that at least she was fairly accomplished at.
In a circle of sand, she arranged the logs and smaller branches she collected herself into a careful pile and ended with a pyre half as tall as she was. Huldra stopped to catch her breath, and turned her eyes to the sun. It sat low in the west, gleaming over the water and painting the sky a bloody red streaked with gold where the thin clouds lingered. She smiled, reminded of that old rhyme, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight…” the murmur flowed into a chuckle and she turned back to the unlit pyre thinking she would have to ask the boys if they set any store by that. Carefully, she placed a stone at the base and with a practiced strike of her hoof, had sparks flying to ignite the dry edges of the wood. Soon enough, the fire was blazing and the mare settled in beside it to wait for her wayward warriors.
When a look down the long stretch of beach in either direction didn’t produce a sign of her darling idiots, Huldra settled into the task with a resigned sigh. Siggy had slithered off to hunt so Huldra tried not to let the momentary solitude bother her, neither snake nor stallions had abandoned her yet but that little spark of trepidation was always in her mind when they all happened to be out of sight. There was a smattering of driftwood along the beach and arranging it wouldn’t be too much trouble. The mare wasn’t built very daintily, but Huldra usually shied away from such work for the sake of not knowing how—she was still useless at most things. With Tarik and Ralik around, and not always passed out, she had little reason to fend for herself, but her viking protectors had taught her to make a fire and that at least she was fairly accomplished at.
In a circle of sand, she arranged the logs and smaller branches she collected herself into a careful pile and ended with a pyre half as tall as she was. Huldra stopped to catch her breath, and turned her eyes to the sun. It sat low in the west, gleaming over the water and painting the sky a bloody red streaked with gold where the thin clouds lingered. She smiled, reminded of that old rhyme, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight…” the murmur flowed into a chuckle and she turned back to the unlit pyre thinking she would have to ask the boys if they set any store by that. Carefully, she placed a stone at the base and with a practiced strike of her hoof, had sparks flying to ignite the dry edges of the wood. Soon enough, the fire was blazing and the mare settled in beside it to wait for her wayward warriors.
Huldra
She's long gone with her red shoes on
Gonna' need another lovin' baby
She's long gone with her red shoes on
Gonna' need another lovin' baby
art by farrodakora
