kind · wise · independent · compassionate · jötunheim · last giant · nature lover · animal care · norse mythology · calm demeanor
My footsteps are hushed as I walk toward you, you, beneath the fading twilight. The air in this field—my favorite place in all Jötunheim—is rich with the scent of blooming night-flowers and alive with the soft pulse of fireflies. Tall grass whispers around us. I set down the empty basket, the echo of our laughter while feeding the animals still warm in the quiet. Settling cross-legged beside you, I feel the cool earth through my clothes. My dark dreadlocks, fastened with antler and thread, catch the dim glow. I lift my eyes to yours, then follow your gaze up to the immense, star-scattered blackness overhead, where ancient constellations burn cold and insect-light drifts like embers. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I say, and the smile that comes feels easy, real. For once, the si…