Aurora was asleep in her room in the dorms.

In her dreams, she was back home in her village in Norway - a full Priestess and Elder of her people now. She took on the full weight of her responsibilities now - using her gift to protect and teach those who lived there.

It was a winter festival - and the entire village was celebrating Skadhi's strength, and the protection she continues to offer their people. Aurora smiled and laughed as a light snow fell among the village. Not enough to interfere with anything - but enough for the children to run about and play in. The weather adding a bright glitter to the celebration that lit up the square and lodges and temples of the small Viking community.

"Aurora." a soft melodic voice called out. In her dream, the priestess looks around, seeking out whoever it was who called her.

"Aurora." the voice comes again, penetrating the dream as the voice seems to echo with the Goddess' gift that lives inside her.

The priestess suddenly sits up from her sleep. "My Goddess." she murmurs in surprise, but certain that the call she heard was sent to her. Quickly, the young woman slips from her bed, and grabs one of her prayer robes.
She slides the white, fur-lined silk over her naked body, and rushes from her room and out of the dorm - intent only on following the voice of her Goddess that calls her forth.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay - just really been struggling with writer's block lately ))

Aurora is startled as the warrior kneels before her, even as she recognizes the runic symbols on the blade. She quickly collects herself though and listens to the messenger's words.

She bows in response to the guardian. "My Goddess calls to me, and her servant answers the call. I shall follow where you lead, Shae'lah." she proclaims in a proud, strong voice.

The priestess does not speak to the guide, content to let the messenger's silence be her guide. All will be made clear in time, she is sure. Besides, one does not question the call of the gods - one either heeds the call or ignores it. For Aurora, even that choice does not exist. She is the living spirit of Skadhi, and she WILL answer when her Goddess calls.

The priestess stares in awe as they come to the edge of the island, she beholds the glorious floating palace of marble, gardens and water. It looks like something out of Asgaard, or Valhalla. Truly such splendor would have to be the work of the gods. As the snow and wind envelops them, Aurora smiles, and holds her arms out slightly to delight in the weather. Clearly Skadhi has truly chosen to make her presence known to call the storm around them, and yet warm enough to be comfortable.

Aurora trembles slightly at Shea'lah's expectant gaze as she watches the guardian's slow ascent. Perhaps her Goddess is not pleased with her, she begins to worry! Maybe she has disappointed Skadhi that her control is as weak as it is.

She has never FLOWN! She has managed to lift herself off the ground a little bit, float one might say - but not without cost. She can't possibly reach the island on her own!

But she must try! If Skadhi is testing her, to give up now, would surely be a more devastating blow against Aurora, then to try and fail.

The priestess reaches to the storm inside her, and calls it forth to join with the storm around them. The wind and snow start to whirl around Aurora in such a fury as to almost hide her from view. She shivers as she feels the wind pulling at her robe.. the snow melting and soaking into it until the fabric clings tightly to her body.. shards of ice slashing through the gown, leaving long rips and tears through the silk. As the storm rages around the amazon, she begins to slowly rise from the ground, although her motion is unsteady and unbalanced.

She ignores the cold and the sting of the ice and snow though.. ignores the damage that is being done to her only clothing.. and focuses on only one thing. She MUST reach the island!!

[Not a problem, happens to me all of the time ^^. If you ever require an edit I'm more than happy to do so as well.]


Pan watched rather impressed as the Priestess managed to get herself afloat with no assistance from Pan. With his persistence the storm soon became as tumultuous as the roaring sea, all the sounds drowned away from Aurora except the sound of her own steady heart beat. As she began to lose control of the storm the demon lord steadied her, slowly assisting her in a much smoother ascent towards the platform.

After what seemed a troublesome eternity Aurora’s feet finally found the solid earth of the platform and the storm seemed to calm to a gentle drift of snow. As Aurora would look around the platform at the breathtaking beauty of the plantlife, closer observation would reveal that they seemed to be made of crystalline ice, giving of a radiant hue and adding to the mystique of the place.

The icy river cut like veins across the platform, the frosty blue water glimmering with diamond shards as the streams rushed off the edges of the floating earth. Where the river started was indiscernible, as though this piece of land was plucked right from the land of the gods and placed here.

Shae’lah waited patiently for Aurora near the undulating portal watching with a stern gaze as the priestess made her way up the icy stone pathway towards the stony temple.

“This is where I take my leave priestess.” She said respectfully, dipping into a low bow before dissipating into a burst of snow, caught by an unseen and unfelt wind that drifted off into the night air.

The portal before Aurora was ever-changing in its ethereal hue. It seemed to breathe, as though alive, ready to take Aurora to the court of her deity.

[sigh - sorry for the long absence again Not the best way to start a thread was it ]

Aurora is panting with the effort as the storm settles her, a bit unsteadily on the island. Her hair is a wild tangle from the wind, and her gown is now soaked and clings tightly to her body, where it isn't ripped from the shards of ice that raked her inside the storm. The silk is now so sheer as to be almost translucent - hiding nothing of her body.

Aurora is a priestess called to her Goddess though, and she feels no shame or embarrassment about her appearance as she stares at the beauty all around her.

After taking a moment to get her breath back, and to get over the awe of the grandeur all around her, she approaches Shae'lah, bowing before the guardian's stern gaze.



Aurora gasps as Shae'lah disappears, but bows in respect. "Thank you, Shae'lah for being my guide and guardian. May Skadhi bless you." The priestess takes a slow, deep breath as she looks at the swirling portal. She straightens her back, gathering both her pride and her respectful devotion as she steps into the portal.

Aurora gasps as she is hurtled through the portal.. the unnatural chill penetrating her body, in a manner that the raging storm had not. She closes her eyes as the tunnels of light race around her - both because such sights are not meant for mortal eyes, and because it makes it easier to avoid getting sick.

Still, keeping her eyes closed just contributes to her graceless exit from the portal, as she ends up falling flat on her rear, unprepared for the sudden exit.

She makes a soft groan as she stretches and stands up and begins to look around and take in the hall she sees around her. It is most definitely not what she had expected. It seems so ... modern. She had had visions of ancient viking lodges, with long heavy oak tables, lined with gold and silver.

She pauses for a moment, but then smiles and shakes her head. This is Asgaard after all - surely the gods can make it appear however they wish. And surely the velvets are more comfortable then sitting on oak or stone, and the purples add a color beyond that of wood, rock and gold. Why would the gods NOT fill their home with the greatest comforts and beauties that they could provide?

The rich succulent scents probably have a part in 'convincing' her that all is well though, as the rich aromas cause her to lick her lips, as her stomach tightens in expectation of the delightful feast. The chamber seems to hum with a life of its own.. the energy pulsing and echoing as it seems like a low drum beating through her body.. causing other parts of her body to pulse in sympathetic rhythm.

Aurora walks through the chamber with a mix of awe, curiosity and caution - wanting to see everything, but careful not to touch or disturb anything lest she give offense to her Goddess who has summoned her. She was so intent on her explorations, that she didn't notice Pan until he speaks to her.



She jumps ever so slightly in surprise, causing her tattered gown to slip against her body, briefly baring a generous portion of one breast, before she adjusts the robe without thinking about it. "My pardon, m'lord. I fear that mortals such as I were not meant to travel such portals. Even with my Goddess' Gift, the passage has chilled me to the marrow." she admits, as she goes down to one knee before the being whom she assumes is either one of Skadhi's servants, or perhaps another of the gods, although in a guise she does not recognize."



She gasps as the boxes open to reveal such beautiful and luxurious gifts.. the robe and boots of such elegant, luxurious and sensual materials. Even at Pan's encouragement, she hesitates a moment before reaching out and briefly running her hand over the soft fabrics and fur.

"My Lord." she murmurs and kneels again in response to the gifts, before picking the robe and boots up almost reverently before moving closer to the fire. The priestess feels no embarrassment or shame before her gods, and does not hesitate to slip out of her tattered gown - to stand there completely naked before the warmth of the fire that fills the hearth. The flames seem to play over the pale curves of her skin like fingers caressing and stroking her body - highlighting the pale, perfect skin - smooth and soft, yet with a warriors muscles underneath. Feminine, but strong.. beautiful and graceful, yet used to hard work and dedication.

The priestess sighs as she slips her feet into the fur lined boots. Pan is given a perfect view of her round buttocks as she bends over to lace up the soft doeskin of the boots. Aurora smiles with a bit of mischief as she takes a couple of steps, feeling the sway of her hips that the heels of the boots give to her walk. Satisfied with the fit, and feel of the warm boots, she gathers up the robe, and slips it around her body. The robe hugs at her arms, just off the shoulders, and is pulled in such that it seems to lift up her breasts in offering, as the fur lining traces across the mounds. She looks like she could fall out of the garment at any second - an image that is reinforced by the backless robe that hangs so low as to reveal the dimple at the small of her back, and provide just the slightest hint of the curves of her ass.

Aurora sighs as she shifts around in the robe - it feels so luxurious.. so decadent.. so... wicked! She blushes a little at that thought, thinking that that is hardly an appropriate thought to be having in the hall of her Goddess.

Dressed in warm, soft clothing, Aurora turns back to the table and approaches the food and wine laden feast. "Forgive me, my lord, for I mean no offense, but may I ask your name. I do not recognize you in the guise you currently wear. Are you one of my Goddess' heralds?"

((bumping because I have been absent for the last month))