The mist rolling over the lush grounds and encompassing the trees was cool and comforting. In fact if Morgaine closed her eyes she could almost imagine herself on her fabled Isle of Apples. That vision was only reinforced with the scent of the Apple trees hanging in the air.
A hand on her shoulder blew apart the image in Morgaine’s mind. Morgaine jumped in fright at this unexpected touch. Morgaine whirled around to find herself face to face with Sigyn, wife of Loki.
Her red hair was in its customary braid and moonlight bounced off the pearls that were woven throughout. Sigyn was once again dressed in her long brown tunic. Instead of serenity on her pretty face sadness reigned supreme.
So much sadness radiated off the goddess that Morgaine swore she saw tears in Sigyn’s eyes. Morgaine had seen many gods and goddesses in her lifetime, few of them were ever sad.
“My apologies my lady, you frightened me. How can I help you this clear evening,” Morgaine asked genuinely.
Sigyn looked at what she considered to be a child and stretched out a hand caressing the scars that Madb had inflicted. Morgaine flinched as Sigyn stroked the sensitive flesh, but managed not to cry out.
At that moment something strange happened. For the first time in six weeks her cheek neither burned, nor hurt causing Morgaine to look up and ask Sigyn, “How?”
Sigyn smiled at her new charge before replying, “Child I am primarily a mother and helper. You would not have suffered thy grievous injury had you not agreed to assist me. The least I could do is lend you what aid I can to alleviate the pain. I cannot take away the scarring that another inflicted upon you. However, I can make it so that you no longer feel the physical pain associated with the wound,” Sigyn finished kindly.
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