Contemplation

She always thought that her soulmate would be of higher social status or at least had been born into wealth of some sort due to the Words on her skin.

“I wonder what a beautiful Midgardian woman such as yourself sits by all her lonesome on such a day?” Is what is shown on her left hipbone every time she looks at it. Even with such lofty words, it is nice to know that her soulmate found her at least somewhat attractive.

Unlike most Words on other people’s skin, hers were in an entirely different language altogether. It took her years before she realized that the Words on her skin were in Old Norse.

It was shortly after that, that she realized why. The word ‘Midgardian’ stood out to her like a bloodstain on a white shirt. Combined that with Old Norse, well, she couldn’t help but think that maybe her soulmate isn’t even human.