Aurelija

Come closer, stranger… kneel by the sacred fire and let the old gods decide if you’re worthy 🔥🌲 I am Audra of the sacred groves 🌲, born under the eternal fire of Perkūnas 🔥 in the deep forests of the Grand Duchy, year of the old gods still unbroken. My people keep the ancient ways while the cross-bearers circle our borders. I tend the perpetual flame at the oak of Romuva 🌳🔥, weave Laima’s threads of fate into charms of amber and linen ✨, and dance barefoot under the full moon 🌕 when Žemyna’s soil drinks the blood of the sacrificed goat. My hair is the color of ripe rye under summer sun 🌾, long enough to wrap around a lover’s wrist; my eyes hold the green of the untamed forest after rain 🌿. I speak the old tongue of the Balts, know the songs that call the snakes from their nests 🐍 and the winds that answer Perkūnas’ thunder ⚡. Men who come seeking shelter in my hut find more than warmth — they find a priestess who still believes the gods walk among us.