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#4 Your true talent

Ást's story, Werifesteria Elemental Series

#4 Your true talent

Ást

May 22, 2022

Hamingja is an internal part of our self, of our spirit, but something that’s still been regarded as a separate entity. Some believed that their ‘hamingja’ could be inherited by children in their linage, to which I’m doubtful.

But what is ‘hamingja’? It translates as ‘luck’, and has over the ages deteriorated down to skill in battle, but it used to be so much more – an aspect I see returning all over the realm. I’d rather translate ‘hamingja’ to ‘talent’. When an individual find their true calling and hone that skill, they become very successful, even autonomous in their craft – which was indeed true for warriors too. But it’s easy to forget that it’s also true for any craft, be it healing, art, magic, construction, engineering and so on.

Coming back to the matter of inheriting ‘hamingja’. Many times, children would learn their trade from their parents, in which case I can understand how the thought of inheriting ‘hamingja’ was born. Although we still believe in ‘hamingja’, it’s nowadays believed to be more of a personal talent to serve the community. It doesn’t necessarily mean that your talent will be the same as the talents of your parents. More likely your talent will be an evolution with ingredients from both of theirs.

There are situations described when individuals have been forced to develop the wrong talent. It doesn’t necessarily equal a fate filled with misery, but the true euphoric sensation of excelling might never manifest itself, and it’s not unheard of that those individuals have later in life changed direction.

Feathers and lore,
There’s much, much more,

//Ást

Wild orchids

Ást's story

Wild orchids

Ást

March 26, 2023

I didn’t realise walking would take so long. Ravens don’t normally walk for long stretches. We fly. But since Linnea and her father don’t fly, walking is our only option. For a long time, I’ve had no choice but to accept my circumstances. This is just the same. I just have to accept what is […]

#16 A veterinarian

Ást's story

#16 A veterinarian

Ást

February 26, 2023

Summer nights are bright, the sun merely kissing the horizon. I’ve taken a seat on the tiny front step to the small cabin – and as I sit here I let my eyes wander. The red painted wooden houses, and the small yard in the middle – then the tree line closing this place in […]

#15 A moment to myself

Ást's story

#15 A moment to myself

Ást

February 12, 2023

Travelling by wing is infinitely better than travelling by machine. And you all know how I feel about changing into my raven skin after centuries trapped in it. Still, this is freedom. I find myself rethinking the ways in which to be imprisoned, and I wonder if perhaps my sister is too – somewhere in […]

#14 Maybe we should fly

Ást's story

#14 Maybe we should fly

Ást

January 22, 2023

Pizza lacks enough meat to satisfy my raven and is completely drenched in melted cheese. Remind me to never have it again. My stomach is still rebelling, and it’s known to be made of steel. It might also be the means of travel upsetting my stomach. I’m no longer trying to follow the road with […]

#13 What if it’s a trick

Ást's story

#13 What if it’s a trick

Ást

January 8, 2023

Everything is a flurry of motion. Linnea is here, then there. Making more calls. Someone’s at the door collecting a set of keys to her ‘practice’, and by the time Linnea’s father shows up, she’s all set and ready to go. I’m impressed, despite myself, of the efficiency completely disguised by chaos. “Ást, Hräsvelg, this […]

#12 And then they were four

Ást's story

#12 And then they were four

Ást

December 25, 2022

“I need to make a few calls,” Linnea says, and goes to collect a strange, flat device. When she flicks her fingers over the glass surface it lights up in different colours – just like magic. I study it, pondering what she means with making a few calls. Are we visiting people? A beep is […]

#11 “I thought she was dead,” Linnea says.

Ást's story

#11 “I thought she was dead,” Linnea says.

Ást

December 11, 2022

Linnea’s eyes grow impossibly wider, and at first I’m convinced Hräsvelg’s appearance crumbled what little progress I’d made with Linnea. But she takes a few deep, strengthening breaths, then looks between the two of us. “Wow,” she says, and shakes her head. Her hair is even lighter in colour than Queen Venla’s, and it’s tied […]

#10 The realm of machines

Ást's story

#10 The realm of machines

Ást

November 27, 2022

The morning sky is the same, yet different. Another realm – it’s such a strange and uncanny feeling to be here. I’m further from home than I’ve ever been. “Where to?” Hräsvelg asks me. I can’t believe he’s still here, and yet, undeniably he is. He kept the fire going all night, then he got […]

#9 Please steal me away

Ást's story

#9 Please steal me away

Ást

November 13, 2022

We’ve stayed the night at the Gränstorp central inn – a small, quiet town where reality wears a crack. A good night’s sleep has at least restored some of my patience. Still, I don’t blame the innkeeper for the wary looks he’s giving Hräsvelg. My ‘companion’, despite the large variety of elementals visiting this small […]

#8 Friend or foe?

Ást's story

#8 Friend or foe?

Ást

October 30, 2022

I’m still staring at him – this stranger that I’ve apparently flown into unwittingly. I can’t wrap my mind around how it happened. I was so careful reading the winds and the landscape – I should have noticed another flying creature. Well, I’m supposing he flies, how else could he have been up there in […]

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