(angharad arrives in folkvangr with the same smile on her face that she had worn to her death.
waking up takes a while. it feels like struggling to come into focus. soon she realizes she is standing, and her body feels differently to how she remembers it. perhaps death is simply lighter. when she looks down over herself and notices she is no longer pregnant, she presses her face into her hands and breathes. her nails scratch up over the thin scars on her forehead, and they do not hurt. folkvangr is more forgiving than she could have known.
and it is green. the trees remind her of her childhood. for a long while she sits among them, toes scrunching into fresh grass, her legs up to her chest and her chin on her knees. she hopes her sisters have the same comforts in life as she does in death. she misses them terribly, but not enough to wish them by her side. folkvangr is lonely in hindsight, and she can't help but wonder if she is supposed to move on to something more.
finding that will come later. for now she is content to sit and catch her breath and enjoy the fresh breeze on her skin. nobody can touch her here, or take her away.)
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waking up takes a while. it feels like struggling to come into focus. soon she realizes she is standing, and her body feels differently to how she remembers it. perhaps death is simply lighter. when she looks down over herself and notices she is no longer pregnant, she presses her face into her hands and breathes. her nails scratch up over the thin scars on her forehead, and they do not hurt. folkvangr is more forgiving than she could have known.
and it is green. the trees remind her of her childhood. for a long while she sits among them, toes scrunching into fresh grass, her legs up to her chest and her chin on her knees. she hopes her sisters have the same comforts in life as she does in death. she misses them terribly, but not enough to wish them by her side. folkvangr is lonely in hindsight, and she can't help but wonder if she is supposed to move on to something more.
finding that will come later. for now she is content to sit and catch her breath and enjoy the fresh breeze on her skin. nobody can touch her here, or take her away.)