Idun; Goddess of Youth (maidimmortal) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-08-02 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bragi, ~idun |
The Difference Between Lost and Found [Early Asgard] (Tag: Bragi)
Well. There really was no hiding it. Idun was lost. She was horribly, delightfully lost, and she was enjoying every moment of it. While she knew the forests, the fields and roads were a different story entirely. Her goal wasn't to learn them, either. She liked that she was lost. It brought on a rather charming sense of aimlessness. She could follow her feet in any direction and still be lost. Walk closer to the treeline and still be lost. Flop onto her back in a meadow, stare at the beautiful sky, and still be lost.
Much of her morning had been spent just like that, in a meadow, staring at the sky, lost. She had never done a bit of cloud-gazing while lost before. It added a shocking variety of options to each cloud shape, oddly enough. Idun could be as dramatic as she pleased. Oh, that one's the tree I'll never climb again, because I'm lost and Look, my brother, who I'll never see again, because I'm lost! If anybody happened to wander by, she would've left the impression of deep-seeded insanity, of course. A goddess in a flowing white dress, covered in grass stains and stray leaves, laughing alone in the middle of a meadow. She might've been lost, but she looked like the soundness of her mind was the only thing missing. But Idun was lost. There was nobody around to call her crazy and ruin her good time. It was a very, very nice way to spend a day.
She was still lost when she happened upon the long dirt road, and for a while, she sat alongside it, tracing shapes into the dirt with a stick, wondering if she should follow the path or stick to the fields and meadows instead. It was a rather striking dilemma, actually. If she took the road, she would eventually stop being lost. It had to lead somewhere, and Idun knew all kinds of somewheres. Even if she didn't, someone would be in that somewhere, ready to give her directions and ruin her fun. At the same time, though, the road looked absolutely lovely. All sorts of flowers seemed to grow along the winding path, and it looked relatively untraveled. No animal prints, no wheel tracks.
There was a bit of adventure promised here. Idun smiled. She loved a good adventure.
So she stood from the grass, shook herself off in the least effective manner imaginable, and started down the road. The dirt felt cool beneath her bare feet, and Idun let that pleasant thought filter through her mind before other pleasant thoughts came to take its place. It was warm today. The breeze was gentle and comforting. There were plenty of delightful places for her mind to wander. Delightful places, delightful people, delightful nicknames...
That made her chuckle to nobody in particular. Idun let the fleeting thought go, and began picking some wildflowers.