Waverly
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Midsummer Winds
Magnus went outside and stretched his arms out, pandiculating in the morning sun. The weather this morning was as good as it could only be this time of year; warm and sunny with a faint breeze caressing the fields that covered the land like a burlap patchwork in greens and browns. It was closing in on midsummer, the time of year when the sun never sets this far north, and the air smelled of midsummer blossoms.
Suddenly, something tugged at Magnus' left sock, like if to get his attention. Magnus, however, didn't look down, instead he closed his eyes and turned his face toward the bright, warm, sun. “You're up early” he said with a smile on his lips, “Have you been playing outside all on your own, Nönja?” Magnus had been expecting to hear his sweet daughter reply, but the only answer he got was the continued tugging at his sock. He looked down, and found that it wasn't Nönja doing the tugging at all, it was a fawn!
Someone had tied the poor animal to the porch, and Magnus didn't know what to make of it. Who could've done this? And where was Nönja? Magnus looked around, he couldn't see her on the form, nor was she in her bed or anywhere inside. He tried calling for her, but when she didn't reply it was clear that something wasn't right this morning. So, Magnus called for his wife and all their servants, ordering them to search for the girl all around the farm, the fields, and on the road leading away from it. They searched every inch of every building; the long-houses, the baking-house, the outhouse, even the sheds and stables, but the girl was nowhere to be found...
Magnus went outside and stretched his arms out, pandiculating in the morning sun. The weather this morning was as good as it could only be this time of year; warm and sunny with a faint breeze caressing the fields that covered the land like a burlap patchwork in greens and browns. It was closing in on midsummer, the time of year when the sun never sets this far north, and the air smelled of midsummer blossoms.
Suddenly, something tugged at Magnus' left sock, like if to get his attention. Magnus, however, didn't look down, instead he closed his eyes and turned his face toward the bright, warm, sun. “You're up early” he said with a smile on his lips, “Have you been playing outside all on your own, Nönja?” Magnus had been expecting to hear his sweet daughter reply, but the only answer he got was the continued tugging at his sock. He looked down, and found that it wasn't Nönja doing the tugging at all, it was a fawn!
Someone had tied the poor animal to the porch, and Magnus didn't know what to make of it. Who could've done this? And where was Nönja? Magnus looked around, he couldn't see her on the form, nor was she in her bed or anywhere inside. He tried calling for her, but when she didn't reply it was clear that something wasn't right this morning. So, Magnus called for his wife and all their servants, ordering them to search for the girl all around the farm, the fields, and on the road leading away from it. They searched every inch of every building; the long-houses, the baking-house, the outhouse, even the sheds and stables, but the girl was nowhere to be found...
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