I send my love and respects to you and yours, I send running streams of Wunjo as well, may they aid you when the need is greatest. The pamphlet says not to seek romance, says it’s “off putting”? Besides, I’m a man of the old heathen ways of my ancestors, Asatru, it has come to be called in recent winters past. So chances are slim that the Svanmey (Swan-Maiden) I seek will find me here, but, who knows not what decree the Nornic, or what our Wyrd, will cast forth!
In general, I seek to live life to its fullest, I seek worthy friendships, perhaps a mentor (or two), to take me down deep caves, where hidden wells of knowledge lay in wait. I wish to fill my horn to the brim from those wells, drink their sweet mead and go forth with experience!
Now, just in case, a few words for my Svanmey. “Hail to thee, Valkyrja”! Come, stand back - back with this might “Tree of the Battle Twig”, emerge unscathed and victorious! I offer myself, as sacrificed to myself, and gift that which is a gained to thee, “Valiant Bearer of the Mead Horn”. Come, explore unknown pathways astride the back of an “Iron Horse”! Ride windswept rollers at the helm of a “Sea-Kings Steed”!
My name is Hrafnulf Skallafiskr Ronaldsson, throughout the ages we have followed one another, two halves of the same stone, forever bound to the ancestral stream, together we ride!!