Brokkrid always adored the festival of lights, but in the recent years hadn't had the means to make the pilgrimage to see them.
She had purchased a lantern for her mother, Korina, who had died before Brokkrid had taken up her mantle as a Smith. Because of the laws in the town she had lived in, the town had collected all of Korina's things, leaving Brokkrid potless and in the gutter at age 14. She had been taught the basics of smiting from her mother who had been able to weave magic throughout her works. Maybe it was because of that crutch that Brokkrid's own magic was stagnated at a basic level.
She lit the lantern with a paper which held her, and her mother's, rune on it, turning the lantern around so that the rune on it cast its shadow on the nearby tree. He placed her hands together, reverent silence permeated the immediate area as she prayed to whoever was listening that her mother was comfortable.
Brokkrid had built herself up on her own hard work. She didn't need the gods' help, but her mother? Beyond the reaches of mortal ken, Korina might need Brokkrid's prayers. So she prayed, even though she had been abandoned by the gods since her mother's death. Perhaps they might at least have mercy on her mother's spirit, since they seemed to have little enough pity on Brokkrid.
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Brokkrid has lit a lantern for Korina, her mother
She had purchased a lantern for her mother, Korina, who had died before Brokkrid had taken up her mantle as a Smith. Because of the laws in the town she had lived in, the town had collected all of Korina's things, leaving Brokkrid potless and in the gutter at age 14. She had been taught the basics of smiting from her mother who had been able to weave magic throughout her works. Maybe it was because of that crutch that Brokkrid's own magic was stagnated at a basic level.
She lit the lantern with a paper which held her, and her mother's, rune on it, turning the lantern around so that the rune on it cast its shadow on the nearby tree. He placed her hands together, reverent silence permeated the immediate area as she prayed to whoever was listening that her mother was comfortable.
Brokkrid had built herself up on her own hard work. She didn't need the gods' help, but her mother? Beyond the reaches of mortal ken, Korina might need Brokkrid's prayers. So she prayed, even though she had been abandoned by the gods since her mother's death. Perhaps they might at least have mercy on her mother's spirit, since they seemed to have little enough pity on Brokkrid.
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Brokkrid has lit a lantern for Korina, her mother
