Thorvald’s Wyrd 033
As the Moon gained height in the sky, the Plain glowed, sparkling under the silver radiance and swallowing the stars beneath his feet. A wise man once told him Mani had no light of His own, only reflecting a bit of Sunna’s brilliance out of love for his sister.
Yet with Sunna imprisoned under the Mountain of Ice, He had nothing to reflect, yet still shone, and as He rose higher, His light began to shift and change, veins of red spreading to swallow silver.
Thorvald began to think the god might hold something other than love in His heart.