Midgardsormr Speaks

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The work never ceased, the fish were abundant, yet the dragon refused to tire. Hrinthe had sworn, made a promise, and she would keep it.  No one had known about her rider.  No one would know about her.
Proximity to witches and the strangeness of her own past were what pushed her to care for the dead. Souls were souls, whether human or not.  Her ability to use Soulspeak had grown much in recent days, and those spirits who lingered before diving to Hel had many stories to tell.  She enjoyed listening to them.
Many thanked her for retrieving their bodies. Others were angry that they had been torn from life so soon.  She could only give them comfort and advice to help them.
Vrithlamnn…
Her head shot up, and she dropped the piece of wall in her claws.
Who - 
Vrithlamnn…
The voice was old, deep, and echoing.  She saw before her a spirit - no, an astral form - great, powerful, filling the sky.  
She shrieked and bowed in reverence.
F-Father Midgardsormr!
  The spirit breathed deep.  The dragon felt holy flame wash over her.  The customary greeting from elderly to youngling.
Vrithlamnn… the great being rumbled, Soulspeaker.  Ragnarok approaches.  This, you know.  You mean to walk amongst humanity.  In remembrance?
She bowed her head.  Yes.  In remembrance.
The spirit gave an amused huff. Life has meaning.  You see hope.  Your hatchling of hearts brings hope now.  She once gave despair.  She atones.  You will do the same?
Her eyes were determined now.  Yes.
Midgardsormr gazed back curiously. I will watch… and I will wait.  I consent.
The dragon was shocked as gentle smoke now washed over her.  
Hunt well, Vrithlamnn.
The astral form bowed as light briefly glowed around it. Then the clouds turned, and the form faded, leaving the open sky. She was well aware that only she and other spirits had seen the form of the great Midgard Serpent.
Thank you, Father Midgardsormr.
She had not heard the name Vrithlamnn in several years.
The dragon vaulted into the air, giving a trumpeting roar that released her own fire upwards.  She would fly this route.
Midgardsormr, Father of Dragons, would watch over his children always.
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