Aslaug
Aslaug Sindri
Rumor: “That silly winged chicken, he knew what he was doing, he knows what that mighty hawk stands for. Any being knows what it stands for. And what does he do? He eats it and spits it out. I will not let this go unpunished. Nor will you! Go my little huntress, grow, learn and take trophies to show the world OUR might. And when the time comes make that insignificant speck pay.”
Relationships
History
Blythe went drinking with Aslaug and they immediately became ride or die. Aslaug accidentally fell in love with Blythe for a little bit when a poultice went wrong. Soren has no idea how close Blythe was to stealin' his girl. Aslaug is REALLY familiar with Blythe's backstory, see below.
Shared Secrets
After there were no more tears to cry for either of them, Aslaug pulls back, her coal eyeliner has also run all down her face. And she just looks with so much empathy at Blythe and then she leans her forehead against Blythe’s as she speaks telepathically to her. “*We’re going to find out who did this, and we’re going to end them.*” That’s all Aslaug can mentally mutter before she looks back up into Blythe’s eyes. As Aslaug speaks those words into Blythe's mind, she starts to hear a song faintly stir in Blythe's subconscious... Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye... Blythe's conscious mind responds: They are an ocean away... The bittersweet song softly continues, roiling in the undercurrent of her mind. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone... An ocean away... The haunting melody plays in Aslaug’s head, leaving shivers crashing like waves down her spine. She replies telepathically, looking deep into Blythe’s eyes. “*I don’t care if they are three oceans away. We will find them one day*.” She pauses, entranced by the song. “*Do you know who framed you?*” The song is so hypnotic though that she can’t help but start humming it aloud; so absorbed in it that she closes her eyes while she does so. After she finishes humming in tune with the song in Blythe’s mind, she opens her eyes and asks aloud, “what is that song?” Her eyes are sad and thoughtful. The waters of Blythe's subconscious shift from the rhythmic pulsing of the song to a maelstrom of names and faces. Aslaug is assaulted with images and names of people she has never met, along with emotions of confusion and anger and sorrow and betrayal and pain; JolietteKatherineFlorenceHildaMotherMotherMotherHildaJolietteHildaKatherineMotherBridgetHildaHildaJolietteMother Through the chaos, Blythe's conscious mind cuts through: No. I do not know. ...and the storm dies down, replaced one more by the song. Blythe does not move, but opens her eyes as she listens to Aslaug hum the tune. "It is a song I learned in my exile," she whispers in reply. "I found a man lost in the woods on the brink of death and I saved him. He sang it as he recovered. His name was Roric." At hearing the storm filling Blythe’s head, Aslaug has to put her fingers to her temples and take a deep breath. Subconscious thoughts can be so erratic and she needs to ground herself when it becomes too much. So she focuses on the song and hums it to calm herself from the onslaught of thoughts until it’s just the song again. All those names and no idea who could’ve done it. She stirs from her thoughts when she hears Blythe speak aloud again. Her head tilts slightly to the side. “How soon after your exile did you find him? Where is Roric now?” Blythe pauses for a moment. You'rethewitchofthewoodsAreyougoingtokillme?Myname...?RoricYou'rethewitchofthewoodsWitchofthewoodsWitchoftheWitchWitchWitchMyname...?Roric "Eleven moons after my exile. I don't know where he is now. But he was nice enough. The first person I talked to after I was excommunicated." Aslaug takes deep breaths as more unconscious thoughts come in. They’re all braided together with so much emotion. “That’s a really long time to not speak with anyone... I would have gone crazy going that long.... and I enjoy disappearing into the wilds for extended periods of time.” She pauses collecting her thoughts. “How did you convince him that you weren’t a threat?” She looks at the stream and let’s her fingers move along the surface of the water. YouaredeadifIdonothingYouaredeadifIdonothingYouaredeadifIdonothing "I told him that he was going to die if he didn't let me help him," she replies, staring into space. "It was an easy choice once I pointed out the obvious." ”That act alone makes you different from those in your old coven. I hope you know that that difference is good.” She smiles weakly at Blythe. “Did Roric say anything else to you in your time with him?” A swarm of fragmented phrases rises to the surface of Blythe's subconscious. Guessyou'renotmuchofatalkerYousavedmylifeatleastletmehelpwiththisAreyouscaredofme?LetmetellyouastoryLetmetellyouastoryLetmetellyouastory "He told me some stories and taught me some songs while he recovered. I was not as good at potion-making then as I am now, so it took him about a moon to have enough strength to get out of bed. It did not help that he was old."
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