for "mini_nanowrimo" hence no friends lock 22
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haha, i think nissa is growing on odin. me aswell. :)
Storonway, Scotland. Present Day: Odin and Nissa hadn’t travelled far when they ran into an unwelcomed stranger. It was Nissa who found her sitting at a fire put with an empty spot on either side of her as though she knew they were coming. She had dark, black hair that spilled down to the middle of her back. Her eyes and skin were darker still. Instantly, Nissa was in awe of the stranger’s beauty. She pulled herself away from the hidden spot where she was peering at the woman and skipped back to Odin. She yanked and pulled on the hem of his cloak to come and see. The strange woman beckoned them forward. Nissa struggled to climb up on a seat made out of a worn stump, he little legs dangling in the air. Odin accepted his seat without a word, he had instantly known she was from Vanaheim. (it was clear in her mannerism, the cock of her head, her smell even. Odin knew his brother’s people. Had a few of his own immigrated to Asgard even.) Out of all the Gods and Goddesses that he knew (and he knew them all) he still could not place her.
“What is your name, child?” he asked.
“August. And you?”
“Nissa! I’m Nissa!” she blurted loudly. The woman gave her a warm, affectionate smile. Nissa glowed but Odin felt deeply unsettled by the action. Something was wholly unnatural, both about her beauty and her manner, but the All Father could not yet place it.
“I am but a humble old man. No need for a name anymore.”
“Oh, now, that can’t be so.” She cooed, her full attention focussed on him. “There must be something that I can call you. . .” She trailed off but Odin felt the pull of her, within him. It was in her erotic, spiced scent and the bewitching melody of her voice. He quickly pretended to look lulled and slumped down slightly; he now had no doubt about exactly what kind of creature she was.
“Name’s have power,” Nissa whispered, confused by Odin’s words and body language,
“Oh well you must be the most clever, little elf I have ever met!” August beamed at Nissa, raised her hand ever so slowed and pressed a single fingertip right between Nissa’s eyes. Nissa gave out a slight moan, her bright eyes glazed and hooded. She spoke no more after that.
“Perhaps you will share a meal with me?” August asked Odin, gesturing to a large caldron that had not been there moment before. It seemed to floating in the air, just above the lick of the flames. It was bubbling and boiling away, smelling terribly delicious. “A good meal with revitalize you, then you’ll be young enough to tell me your full name.” August gave him a happy wink. Odin nodded slowly, still pretending to be under her spell. Two ravens gave a warning caw from a tree far above. August waved one arm above her head.
“Scavengers!” she hissed. She had become so preoccupied with stirring her pot and muttering curses at the birds that she did not notice when Odin began to hum. It started off as a gentle, low hum and grew slightly louder until he began to whisper some lyrics along with his song. August finally froze and turned to look at the singing old man.
“W-What is it you are doing old man?!” She gave a horrible shriek and Odin stood then, tall and fierce in front of her.
“How dare you bewitch my travel companion! How dare you try and cast your spells on me, you witch!”
“Who are you?” August screamed and then her whole body began to shake.
“I am Odin and there is a charm I know to turn witches from their day-shaped and make it so they will never find their way home again. I curse you, my foolish girl.” Odin started to sing again, as August cried out and put her hands over her ears. She seemed in pain and suddenly her skin slipped right off her bones. She gave one final squeak and in a flash of black smoke, she was gone. Odin stood, watching as the smoke began to dissipate. Sitting in a pile of clothing was a black tailed jackrabbit.
“Run now or I’ll cook you!” Odin stamped his foot at it and it darted off over a hill and out of sight. He walked to Nissa and picked her up. She was blinking and dazed, as though she had awaked from a long sleep.
“Witch?” she asked, sleepily.
“Yes, silly elf, she was a witch,” but Odin didn’t even bother to sound that angry at her.
