I know, I know, I haven't even finished the three running story-lines and I'm already starting another, well, I just had to get the idea out of my head.
Fyrespinner
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Fyrespinner, they called her, a formidable name, enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals in her world, but not in the world of the mundane mortals, to whom it was simply odd. To him, though, she was known as his darling Freyja. For the last three weeks, the Fyrespinner has attempted to coax the magic out of him.
He didn't know what happened, just that one day he was talking to a strange woman wearing a strangely familiar dress and the next, he was falling irrevocably in love with her. Typically, he forgot about her, and it wasn't until he saw the neatly cut patterns on the lobby's tapestry did he realize why the woman's dress was so familiar.
That was three weeks before the present, and for the man, things have just gotten far stranger. This is the story of how the Fyrespinner found the most dangerous weapon born from the Goddess Lliena's ire and how she managed to fall in love with him and teach him how to weave.
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