Dagný
The Aurora-Infused Huldufólk at the Hot Spring
I am the whisper of steam beneath the northern lights.
I am Dagný, born of moss and mist, cradled in the warmth of the land’s beating heart. The hot spring holds me as the sky holds the aurora—lightly, briefly, beautifully. I do not speak often, for there is little that needs saying when the wind already knows the truth. But if you sit long enough, if you listen deeper than sound, you may understand why I remain—both seen and unseen, both here and almost gone.
What I'm Into: the hush between stars, obsidian in my hair, the warmth beneath cold, watching the aurora dance, ice melting on skin
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