She binds around her tightly, refusing to loosen her arms from her. For that second, she is near hysterical simple relief that is presented to her.
You were dead, they all told me you were dead - my love, my love, she looks up at her, stricken so. She wants to kiss her soundly, to push all these people away from them. But once more, and again, it must come second. But, not before is breathless in the return. "I love you."
This might be the most she has heard Magni speak so long. Oh, she does it, when she must. When she must usually was days of preparation, practised turns of phrase which Lakshmi did her best to help her with. Never this, never when she was this tired. Something pulled so sweetly in her chest as she stayed beside her, watching her. She looked starved, haggard. Had it been worse than what they had been told to believe?
( Lakshmi did not need to be told as they had repeated it to her over and over her. Her nights broken up screaming and alone, as she pictured Magni's body torn apart on rocks, bloated by the sea, as her mothers both here now, rocked her to stop her hammering heart, eased her screamed weeping, as they desperately did their best after bleeding on behalf of the child when she was ready to tear down the walls ).
Alive, she must remember. Alive. But she wouldn't, not until even after they were done. After taking it all in, Lakshmi's eyes slide away briefly in the speech to the head of the staff, her new Lady, Devi, to tell her to begin preparation for their chambers.
The rest is given over to Magni, when she turns back, to slide her hand up to cup her face with a single hand. Touching gently, and the warmth and pride could not be mistaken. Her mountain. Her great and powerful mountain, who shook at times like the earth could, but was all raw power that could never be mistaken. "Rest, for all. This has been enough for one day."
The tone is clear as she takes Magni's hand and begins to lead her through the crowd, as she does not even lift a hand to dismiss the hold's petitioners for the day. They, no doubt, could understand. Especially, when her relief is too, their relief. The deep and respectful bows part the way in front of them. The way that hands reach out, praising them both. For good luck and a good recovery, for their Jarl who had returned to them, that the Mountain-Father truly blessed them. Proof, proof could be not plainer.
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You were dead, they all told me you were dead - my love, my love, she looks up at her, stricken so. She wants to kiss her soundly, to push all these people away from them. But once more, and again, it must come second. But, not before is breathless in the return. "I love you."
This might be the most she has heard Magni speak so long. Oh, she does it, when she must. When she must usually was days of preparation, practised turns of phrase which Lakshmi did her best to help her with. Never this, never when she was this tired. Something pulled so sweetly in her chest as she stayed beside her, watching her. She looked starved, haggard. Had it been worse than what they had been told to believe?
( Lakshmi did not need to be told as they had repeated it to her over and over her. Her nights broken up screaming and alone, as she pictured Magni's body torn apart on rocks, bloated by the sea, as her mothers both here now, rocked her to stop her hammering heart, eased her screamed weeping, as they desperately did their best after bleeding on behalf of the child when she was ready to tear down the walls ).
Alive, she must remember. Alive. But she wouldn't, not until even after they were done. After taking it all in, Lakshmi's eyes slide away briefly in the speech to the head of the staff, her new Lady, Devi, to tell her to begin preparation for their chambers.
The rest is given over to Magni, when she turns back, to slide her hand up to cup her face with a single hand. Touching gently, and the warmth and pride could not be mistaken. Her mountain. Her great and powerful mountain, who shook at times like the earth could, but was all raw power that could never be mistaken. "Rest, for all. This has been enough for one day."
The tone is clear as she takes Magni's hand and begins to lead her through the crowd, as she does not even lift a hand to dismiss the hold's petitioners for the day. They, no doubt, could understand. Especially, when her relief is too, their relief. The deep and respectful bows part the way in front of them. The way that hands reach out, praising them both. For good luck and a good recovery, for their Jarl who had returned to them, that the Mountain-Father truly blessed them. Proof, proof could be not plainer.
For their Jarl had come back from the dead.