#boreal
A brisk hike along Boundary Bog Trail, Prince Albert National Park. #boundarybog #waskesiu #princealbertnationalpark #panp #Saskatchewan #winter #hiking #stayactive #getoutside #exploresask #winterwonderland #boreal forest #blueskies (at Boundary Bog)
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I don’t even know these people
#Umeå #Sweden #Swerige #Västerbotten #lake #sjö #scandinavia #Europe #North #Baltic #light #relaxing #inspiring #zen #stalking #water #outdoor #wild #nature #boreal #autumn #reflection #sunshine #latergram #instamoment #travel #canonT6i (at Nydalasjön)
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Afternoon walk along Nydalasjön
#Umeå #Sweden #Swerige #Västerbotten #lake #pier #quai #outdoor #nature #north #scandinavia #europe #sjö #water #boreal #hiking #travel #cold #instatravel #calm #zen #sunnyday #Northern (at Kärleksviken)
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Tonights music for drawing to -
Hiraeth Creature #1192 - Olwyn
“During the time of calamity, when giants threw down the western walls and dragon smoke blotted out the southern skies, a great kingdom in the north spewed forth foul magic. From the will of a mad queen, the northern wilds festered with putrid things not meant for the corporeal world, and the woods seeped with darkening shadows, luring in monsters from other realms. The last druid in the north, a mighty knight, flew from exile to face the queen, but the cursed forest proved too tangled and too fierce for a single sword arm to cut through.
The druid limped from the woods, defeated. The flickering of winter’s ice danced in the air and the druid vowed to let the ice consume her. Though she had thrown herself to the whims of nature, the kindly spirit, Olwyn, wouldn’t allow such a thing, and carried her off to his home. Within the hollow of a great blessed tree, the plucky ice spirit tended to the druid’s wounds. Olwyn, a great admirer of the chivalrous, asked the druid to teach him her knightly ways, which she happily agreed to.
Olwyn proved to be a fearsome warrior despite his soft and rotund appearance. With his protection from winter’s icy fangs, they set out once more to face the queen. While the pair never made it, they cut through the tangled wood and created a path that others would use to finally silence the madness of the north. Very few know of it these days, but Olywn left a narrow road of sanctuary throughout the cursed forest, made up of icy spears that shine like torches in the dark, and flora that bloom with red berries– the only pure plants within the miasma.
Though his master finally succumbed during their siege, Olwyn continues her legacy. He patrols the north, looking for malevolent spirits and interloping brigands to fight with. He has been known to reunite lost children with their parents, as well as bring wanderers to sanctuaries during the dire winter, as he did with his master so many generations ago. Those who know his name and title may speak it, and he will follow the whispers on the snowy winds to wherever those in the north need him.”
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