Who: Athelstan and Éponine Where: Churchyard What: Athelstan arrives and assumes the vikings have a greater civilisation than he was aware of... When: Monday afternoon Rating: Low! He's a monk, for goodness sake. Status: closed//ongoing
Athelstan had made peace with being taken in by Ragnar. He had made peace with the new life he was thrust into and the home he had been brought to, the people he was living with, the language, Gods, family- And now he was strolling through a yard of tombs, towards a derelict cathedral. It didn't look Norse. There were trees, but it didn't seem to be the kind he had grown used to. And the buildings that lurched up before him- it was some kind of sorcery. There must be some kind of sorcery involved. Something Ragnar had kept from him? He had stumbled upon something he was never meant to find? Lead by the grace of all of the Gods-
He looked behind him, supposing it to be the way he had come, but he did not recognise the path. Had he been in a trance? The ways of the Gods were mysterious, after all. He scratched his head, over the patch of hair that was growing back. It was an odd feeling. The short hair, the knowledge it was growing back, the theological upheaval he had been going through-
Athelstan tipped his eyes towards the sky. Looking for a sign.