Waverly
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Weaving the Winds
Magnus went outside and stretched his arms out, pandiculating in the morning sun. The weather was as good as only weather could 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.
Something tugged at Magnus' left sock, like if to get attention. Magnus 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 expected to hear his sweet daughter reply, but the only answer he got was continued tugging at the 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 called 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 not to be found...
Magnus went outside and stretched his arms out, pandiculating in the morning sun. The weather was as good as only weather could 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.
Something tugged at Magnus' left sock, like if to get attention. Magnus 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 expected to hear his sweet daughter reply, but the only answer he got was continued tugging at the 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 called 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 not to be found...
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