Who: Athelstan and Lagertha What: Viking around. Lagerthaankommerog finderhendes mandsmunklige der, hvorhanskal være. When: Friday at noon. Ish. Once Desmond has gone. Rating: Low???? Status: Closed//ongoing
Very abruptly Athelstan found himself feeling at home on the island. As much as he had when he had been taken by Ragnar, the home he had known then. It was different, of course, and Athelstan found himself somewhat apprehensive of what he was being presented with, of the way these people lived, but he felt at home. He felt close to God and he was content. Finding a fellow monk among the population had all but cemented his contentment. If there was another monk here it meant these people were at least Godly. It meant he would be safe here.
He lit another candle and prayed. Rarely had his prayer been able to contain some kind of thanks for things that genuinely stirred his heart and soul (he had perhaps been wrong to speak to God about Ragnar, to confess he did not despise the man, nor his wife, nor the children, that he had felt some happiness in their company, some companionship, some love in the way he had been handled.
He prayed for them. And now he prayed in thanks for what he had been granted here. And for guidance. And once more to apologise for not fasting.