The Three Women Beneath the Tree

(Urdr) That which became... (Verdani) That which is happening... (Skuld) That which ought to be...

Have you ever heard a tale beneath a tree? A yarn spun? A tall tale told? A poem recited? A song sung?

Was the plot sensical? The characters consistent? Did it satisfy or were you left feeling cheated by some poorly writ story?

What of your own story? Are you enjoying it? Are you taking advantage of each twist and turn? Have you pursued any romantic plotlines? Any daring do? Have you cursed your life as being just a bit part in the wider story? Or been plagued by interesting events and surprising bombshells? What sort of story are you writing with your every action? It is neither the Gods nor the Spirits, it is YOU who is the author of your own life.

What story does your life's tapestry tell? Perhaps you could ask The Norns, The oldest of storytellers and the most patient of audiences.

Those ancient ladies who sit beneath Yggdrasil beside the well filled with the shimmering dew of the world trees dales. Writing in runes and nourishing the roots of the Great Oak with white clay. They write what has become of the Realms, they see what is happening and consider what ought to be should nothing change. Meanwhile the myriad of Nornir across the realms of Elfkind and Dwarfkin, of Giant's brood and God's blood seek out the newborn babe reading and manipulating the golden threads of Wyrd for each babe so that as their story unfurls and their part of the grand tapestry of life takes place they see the likely path they shall take and the role they were born to play.

To The Norns all the world is a stage and all the people but players, in this neverending story they so enjoy.-HR

@Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)