| [justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px; ] [sup]full name ;; sigurd bjørnstad meaning ;; sigr "victory" and varðr "guardian" self title ;; the catcher in the rye gender (identity) ;; male / masculine age ;; five years sexuality ;; aromatic rank ;; chief chosen runes ;; ᛬ᛟᚫᚦ᛫ᚫᚾᛞ᛫ᛏᛇᛗ᛬ rune meaning ;; oath and time rune location ;; upon the left side of his face, underneath his eye in the color of gold (like warpaint) avian companion ;; harcourt - x - male avian species ;; great horned owl traits ;; quiet - odd - wise - secluded - private lineage ;; the bjornstad family mother ;; kinsfolk ;; siv solie (lover; deceased; slain) dagny (deceased) brokk (deceased; uncle; died in slumber) hillgunn (alive; aunt by marriage; den mother) many cousins [/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;][sup] significant memory ;; “pay attention, cranepaw," sedgenose murmured, nodding towards the birds approaching them. small birds, medium birds, large birds: all assembled upon the great tree of knowledge. few chirped, others only watched his movements with precision. sedgenose then nudged cranepaw's head towards the apprentice's sapling. “let's see if one will land on your branch," he said, lifting his stiff body into a straight posture. as seconds of excitement turned into minutes of dullness, cranepaw's eyes lowered and he shrugged. “they aren't coming, maestro," he murmured, down-hearted. the teacher watched his trainee with both wonder and amusement. “be faithful, cranepaw. sometimes a fledgling is too scared to land on the branch, sometimes they fear we will hurt them." they then nodded in agreement and returned to look at the tree which was cranepaw's. suddenly, a flap of feathers was overheard, and then a small owl chick landed on the branch with awkward legs. it shook before raking its talons on the branch, making a rune to identify that this was its chosen home. “i taught you to have patience, cranepaw," sedgenose whispered. “and you have failed, but in return you have been rewarded with a companion." he drew a shaky breath. “my own, faulla, was lost a long time ago in a blizzard. be grateful you have been chosen to have one, and with this i will insight more knowledge on the subject." cranepaw watched as the hatchling moved forward and back to gather straws for its nest. “what kind is it?" sedgenose scratched his ear with a lifted hind leg. “a great horned owl, male i believe. based on his feathers, i can say that he's only a few months old - just like you." he then lifted his head towards the heavens. “nephew, i think that there is a connection here - something great is to become of this. i suggest that you lay by the tree tonight and give food to the chick, in order to see more of what is to come." “i shall," cranepaw dipped his head. “very well, get to it." [hr] |
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