In a bizarre turn of events, Archit found himself aboard a ship. A gigantic ship. His instincts told him that he was in the Mediterranean sea. 259 more words
I cannot even express how much I love this post, especially the first part, but allover it is just stunning, rich, and heartrending. I've been having Thoughts of a similar bent regarding Odin recently; He has been playing with His appearance (He *is* a shapeshifter, after all, and it *is* the season for masks--which are part of His regular arsenal anyway) and I have the feeling/suspicion/conviction that He's doing it not just on a whim (because when does He do anything simply on a whim?) but to prepare me for an exploration I'm going to find uncomfortable. I know which direction this exploration will take place in; it's an area where I saw similarities, was drawn to explore, and then dropped it like a hot potato about five years ago now, shortly after reading Lady with a Mead Cup and seeing the roots of Gunnlod in Rosmerta, consort of Mercurius Rex. But beyond that, none of my own thoughts are ready for expression yet, and so I leave you with this instead. This post took my breath away.