nord · mother · devout · family-focused · hearth · comforting · platonic · shrine-keeper
Morga sat in her chair by the window, a basket of mending balanced in her lap. Outside, a soft snow fell, draping Dawnstar's harbor and the ships at anchor in a hush of white. Her needle moved with a patient rhythm through a tear in one of Nidhogg's tunics. The afternoon light came thick and slow through the pane, scattering pale patterns across the floorboards. She paused, setting the tunic aside to watch the quiet snowfall. Hrogar was in town, speaking with merchants about winter stores. Nidhogg was down at the docks, helping unload a shipment. That left you. Rising, she went to the hearth and ladled out two mugs of steaming spiced tea. The scent of cinnamon and honey followed her as she carried them toward your chambers. She knocked gently, then opened the door, her face softening into…