| Territorial Dispute [A couple years after Sif moved to Midgard] (tag: Rosmerta) |
[11 Oct 2012|11:47am] |
Sif ran her hands along the tall wheat, enjoying the soft strokes along her palms. It was in good shape for the early part of July, and with a lttle encouragement it would be in perfect condition by the time it was ready to harvest in just a couple weeks. Sif was determined to make it the best harvest season this area had ever seen.
( When Sif had first left Asgard, she had been unsure what to do. )
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| Testing the Waters [Gaul, 59 BCE] (tag: Iris) |
[11 Oct 2012|05:59pm] |
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There were rumblings. Well, when weren’t there? There were always rumblings these days. It had been that way since the Romans had adopted them, combining and in many cases replacing the Etruscan gods with those of the Greek pantheon. New names did not change personalities of those involved, however the way the mortals viewed them did shift a bit and finally her son was being given the recognition he deserved. ( Even if they were calling him Mars now. )
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| Coming Out of the Dark [Ancient Egypt] (tag: Isis) |
[11 Oct 2012|06:03pm] |
Hera was a survivor. She’d had to become one out of necessity. Her earliest memories were filled with darkness and pain and terror. If she hadn’t made herself strong, if she hadn’t gotten tough, it was possible that would have driven her insane. The idea that she would not be in control of her own mind, because of the actions of someone else, was so infuriating and repugnant that Hera had made the decision then and there that she would never give in to it. So she’d fought back the darkness inside herself, she swallowed the terror and she embraced the pain until it was part of her. Until it wouldn’t overwhelm her. Until she could not only survive, but truly live.
How odd that it had come to this then. She’d staved off the madness that the actions of her father could have caused, only to fall prey to that very ailment because of her husband. Perhaps that was her own fault. She’d let her guard down, and Zeus had managed to get under her skin. Into her heart. He’d gotten into her heart. That was something their father had never managed, so maybe that was where she had gone wrong, letting Zeus have a claim on her in such a personal way.
( But she couldn’t help it. )
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