The gods' seat, she realized, was only comfortable the first time she sat on it,
With time the cushion grew stale, and barely comforted her bottom, the high father had asked many times if was she desired a new seat, she had refused, this seat was a gift from Askr Baldir, master of the drawin mountain, Drusa stenin and a great devotee to her cause, it would be a great insult to the king if she were to replace her seat, and if truth be told she was feeling guilty, Drusa Stenin was the only southern kingdom to be involved in the was and that was due to her cause, still there were many times in which she regretted not taking up the high father's offer and she realized this was one of those times,
The sun had long set and the moon had risen, yet her people kept pouring in, war, the high father often told her, was a act of such savergy so far form your grace that people need you, to remember the humanity the forgot while committing such acts, reflecting upon the high father's words, she realized that her people, her devotees had waged war in her name and it was her responsibility to help them remember their lost humanity, many people of various orgins came to see her, be it kings or slaves, when they met her the often asked for no favours, they would gently touch her feet and mutter a great hymn to her name, she inturn would place her hand upon their head, Mostly nothing would happen but ever so often a great deep voice entered her ears and it would say 'granted', no one else would hear but her. The high father would say that this voice belonged to the great she-dragon Deirdre, servant of the holy mother, and bearer of the threads of fate, the high would also say that Deirdre was the most pioust servant of the holy mother and that is why she, the holy mother's avatar was born as a dragonid, the daughter race of Deirdre and the elf Agneor.
"That is all, lady Hildr, that was the last of the devotees" It was her maidservant and close conpanion Luicia,
"Lucia"
"Yes, my lady?"
"There were a lot of beggars today"
Lucia stared at the divine mother, she knew what lady Hildr meant, though only ten and five lady Hildr did not lack wits.
"There was a famine, that engulfed the north of the mountains, they belive they have somehow triggered you're wrath"
"And why was I not told of this?" She sounded hurt
"The high father thought not to concern you with trivial matters"
Tears flowed from the divine mother's eye,
At that moment Lucia remembered a passage form the book of Manj 'be it a weasle or a fox the divine mother cries for all'
"Lucia" said the Heldr, who seemed to have composed herself
"Inform the father that tommorow we shall visit the towns struck by famine"