The Huldra's Glade

[ShireWolfe]

So! You have braved the deep woods.
You have ignored the warnings of your elders.
You have traveled far and deep.
Trodden forbidden paths, wandered lost in the mist and twilight. Perhaps seen many wonders of horrors.
Changeling beasts, fae creatures, elven beauties, speaking fish?​

But will you brave the path further, through the mists of time and myth, and seek the huldra's glade?
Will you dare, and loose yourself in the otherworldly, the eternal twilight?
If you dare, by all means, come down my path...

Does it look familiar?
This place, where the Huldra dances under the moonlight?
Perhaps, perhaps.
Mayhap you have walked past it before, without knowing it?
Or perhaps this is why you have come... perhaps you have seen it in your dreams, seen me dance as naked as the sins of man?
Well, stay here long enough and you may well get lucky, wanderer.



What is the Huldra?
Oh you traveler from a foreign land...
The Huldra is a creature from beyond the world of men.
She is a spirit, a creature of the otherworld.
A seducer.
A trickster.
The woodsman's guardian.
The hunter's boon.
The Lady of the Forest.
A devil, say some.
A preserver of the natural, say others.
To you I say, ask rather 'Who is the Huldra', and to answer your question...

...turn your gaze around, and see for yourself, wanderer.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The soft patter of bare feet on the forest trail herald my arrival in this cool shady glade. The trees here seem to silently whisper a beckoning welcome, and as I pause to look all around, turning a slow circle, I close my eyes to let my other senses attune to this place. The cool breeze caresses my naked skin, and tussles my hair playfully. I can feel the soft forest loam under my feet, cool and dry. Birds sing a song of myriad notes, filling the air with their cheery voices. I can just detect the faint smell of honeysuckle mixed with the woods odor of last years fallen leaves. The clattering buzz of cicadas sing to me from the woods around. And there.....just the faintest sound able to be heard by keen elvish hearing....is the soft pattern of naked footsteps.

I am not alone here.*