It was midday, the sun was out, and younger kids were in the park playing. One boy had fallen and scraped his knee. Tears filled his eyes and had begun to stream down his cheeks. No matter what his mother did, she couldn't calm him.
Stefan had gone over and talked to his mom asking if he could help, when she said yes Stefan stepped back and began to sing in old Norse.
The area around him, the boy, and his mother morphed telling the story of the four deer of Norse tradition. Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór, nipping at the great tree, Yggdrasil, causing him pain.
A crowd began to form watching the impromptu performance. He didn't expect anyone to know what he was saying, but the images did seem to serve the goal of stopping the little boy from crying, especially as Duneyrr seemed to trod right up to him then prance off.
@EmiRose
Stefan had gone over and talked to his mom asking if he could help, when she said yes Stefan stepped back and began to sing in old Norse.
The area around him, the boy, and his mother morphed telling the story of the four deer of Norse tradition. Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór, nipping at the great tree, Yggdrasil, causing him pain.
A crowd began to form watching the impromptu performance. He didn't expect anyone to know what he was saying, but the images did seem to serve the goal of stopping the little boy from crying, especially as Duneyrr seemed to trod right up to him then prance off.
@EmiRose