#thread 001 / svala x lottie

[fatedfvllen]

svala x lottie { @ocean-eyesahq​​ } / a mead hall for a drink

Spilled mead stuck to the wooden floors of the mead hall that lined the Winter Court port. The hall was warm against the whistling winter gale off from the choppy wine dark sea; golden lights from the fire spilled out into the inky black night. The pale snow swirled around creating snow banks as the winter fae folk tied off their boats before the storm rolled in. The dark came earlier and earlier, the winter solstice was fast approaching. 

Lottie was sitting with old friends. She had been away from Winter lands for almost a year, patrolling the Winter’s trading ports around the coasts of Astralis. Her mug was filled with brown beer and her cheeks were rosy red from the warmth of the crackling hearth. Although it was hard to hear her friends over the drunken chorus of sea shanties, she was filled with hygge. 

“Oi!” Lottie shouted so loud that some of the people around her quieted. “Svala, systir,” Lottie’s smile grew as wide as her face as she lifted her mug towards Svala. “Jois us, General!” Lottie lifted her cup up, and the whole hall broke into a rumbling of “Skål!”

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Svala was on her way home when she heard her younger sister call out to her. She hadn’t expected her back so soon, but she was needed. After the brawl at the tournaments and everything else that had gone on it was only fair that her sister was called back for more important duties.

She smiled at Lottie and her friend and shook her head, “another time.” She nodded, her tired eyes weary and only focusing on getting home to yet another restless night. She laughed though as Lottie’s friends gathered around and she shook her head, “I believe if I were to join you all I would suffer grave consequences from my children and the last thing I would like to explain to them and Adrik is someone carrying me home.”

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“I’ll walk back with you...” Lottie smiled up at her sister. She mumbled something to her drinking companions and drunk the last of her mead. Lottie came back to Court just earlier that week. She and her crew had been reviving the reports from her station’s outpost while she was out on a trading mission. She had been shocked at the attack at the Autumn annual tournament. The Trials of Oberon were always meant to be in the spirit of  sportsmanship; Lottie had fond memories at the tourney. She won her first fight in the pits when she was only sixteen. 

Lottie reached for her long coat and swung it over her shoulders. The nights were becoming darker and the air hung heavy with a chill. “I have been too long, Svala.” Lottie exhaled as the sisters made it out of the mead hall and into the winter night. “I wish I had come back sooner. I feel like your wee ones have grown leagues since I was last at court...”