“It hangs in the air between them, as mingled breathes. Unspoken.
Words are powerful things, his lord has taught him.
And for this he wants, nay, craves to breathe life into it.
To make truth.
But his lord halts him, seizes the moment before he can
and whispers; voiceless.
Still he hears it: sees it on his lord’s lips and in his lord’s eyes.
And in that moment he is whole.”
TALES OF LOP AND SVÁSS
This is a tale of a bond that transcends lifetimes.
A tale of fealty and devotion.
A tale of lost memories and oaths reforged.
Of waiting. Of longing. Of belonging.
A boy and his god,
A blacksmith and his wife,
A beast and his lord,
And they’re one and the same.
[This is a on-going project and a gift dedicated to my fiancé,
who is my muse and mentor and the light of my life.]