Known in hushed tones across the Bifrost Isles as The Weavers, these three mysterious sisters live in a crooked hut deep in the snowy wilds, near the edge of wind-blasted cliffs and whispering pine. Their isolated dwelling is layered in frost and fur, built atop ancient stone and gnarled roots. To common folk, they are eccentric old spinsters renowned for crafting the finest thread and garments in the isles—especially from the silken tufflint of the elusive Fluffokka.
But to a scarce few—shamans, druids, and wandering seers—the Weavers are far more than simple artisans.
Description
The Weavers are rarely seen outside their hut. Hunters and wanderers occasionally trade tufflint and rare dyes for clothing or tokens of fate—a glove that protects from harm, a scarf that whispers dreams, or thread that never frays.
To scholars of Vanaheim, the Weavers are a riddle with no clear answer. Attempts to study them are politely—or not so politely—repelled. They allow visitors only when they will it, and they always seem to know who is coming.
Their true names are forgotten, or perhaps never known. Only those chosen by fate itself are ever welcomed as more than strangers.
The Sisters
Sylvi - The Spinner (youngest)
The youngest in appearance, Sylvi begins the thread. Her voice is soft as snowdrift, and her silver-white hair flows like unraveling yarn. She spins the tufflint with bare hands, eyes blindfolded, murmuring the beginnings of cloth yet to unfold. She sees the thread as it could become.
Svanna - The Braider (middle)
The middle sister, stern and quiet, weaves the spun thread into patterns. She speaks little, but her eyes pierce through lies and time alike. Her needles are carved of ancient ivory, etched with runes long forgotten. Svanna lays the threads across the loom of fate, measuring each thread with silent judgment.
Grima - The Cutter (eldest)
The eldest, haggard and sharp-eyed, rarely speaks but always listens. With iron shears hanging at her belt and soot on her fingertips, Grima cuts thread not with cruelty, but with clarity. Her presence is unnerving, and the wind falls silent when she enters a room.