Good morning! See what I did there? No? Hmmm. Perhaps I should introduce myself, first. I am Dellingr, son of Mundilfaeri, brother of Máni, Sunna, and Skúma. I am the bringer of dawn in the reckoning of the days. Now do you get it? Well, I thought it was amusing. I like a little flair though there are a few of my family members who don’t appreciate the beauty of it. Where to begin?

As you have already learned from my brother, our father is a bit of a meddler. He likes to have his hands in pretty much anything. He eventually learned to curb his curiosity but back then he just couldn’t help himself. After my brother and sister found themselves in charge of Mond and Sól my father felt that the sudden shift from one to another wasn’t very fluid. My other sister, Skúma, and I both enjoyed stunning displays with a myriad of colors and textures. While not twins we are similar in our personalities and appearances. Not to be outdone in the process of creating, our father decided that the best way to incorporate us into the whole time-keeping thing was to place us on opposite ends of the day and the night. I know, that doesn’t make much sense, right? The cosmos doesn’t really have “ends” after all. Between us all we pulled together the energies hanging in the air and built a hall with two sets of doors. One set faced the oncoming path of our siblings, the other facing the path they were to tread. Can you picture it yet?

By building our hall in such a manner most of our family could be together at any given time. It is a shelter outside of time, suspended in the Nexus that flows about all things. I am responsible for opening the doors to the possibilities of the path ahead, while Skúma closes her doors upon the path that was. Neither set of doors are ever open, nor closed at the same time. Both of us add our own touches to the spectacle. She allows beautiful hues of oranges, russet, gold, and red to call home the day. I throw wide my doors and allow the pinks, blues, purples, and rose colors to spill out and light the path ahead. As our hall lies in between the realms, the doors never really face only one direction. Thought I had forgotten that bit, didn’t you? As Nótt and Máni make ready the hall spins and allows the now darker shades to spill forth out of my hall. It’s quite lovely. And there are so many shades of night if you look hard enough.

Ah, Nótt. Now there is a fine figure of a woman. One of the few who could actually catch and hold my attention. All that glorious sable skin. And her obsidian eyes. Were it not for her silver hair she would be all the amazing shades of noir imaginable. She had had other lovers, I knew. It made no difference to me. Growing up we did not see a lot of each other as she preferred the company of my brother. When the day came that I finally saw her I was breathless. Sitting by one of the rivers she was combing that lustrous hair. This was before my father decided to dabble in setting time. When I approached her she glanced my way and gave a small smile. She was used to men wanting her, wooing her. I had seen a few beautiful women in the growing lands but not a single one held even the smallest flame to Nótt. It wasn’t just her appearance, either. As we spoke I discovered a keen mind and a kind heart. I began courting her, slowly at first. This was not a woman with whom I wanted a simple dalliance, but something far deeper.

As time slipped by we became closer. She adored my wit, admired my golden hair and violet eyes. I sought every opportunity to hear her laugh and begged the right to brush her hair myself. We found ourselves completely immersed in one another. Finally, I asked if she would be my lover. When I think back I should have asked for so much more but honestly, there was no definition for what I truly wanted. Her eyes flashed at my question but she did not answer right away. We had built a friendship first and then an attraction. I can still remember the moment when she said yes. That husky voice whispering in my ear, her elegant hand upon my chest. We consummated our union on that very spot. The woman was, and is, magnificent.

Soon she conceived our son, Dagr. We reveled in every roll and kick of her abdomen. I hoped for a beautiful daughter that looked just like her, she wanted a son in my image. She got what she wanted. Our son was all golden from his hair to his toes. The only place where I won out was in his eyes. He had his mother’s eyes. Warm and bright, the deep brown orbs could pull you in wrap you up in the same kindness and compassion that his mother’s do. Watching him grow both of us were overjoyed at this lovely being we had created. Upon reaching his majority my father saw yet another opportunity in his plan.

Do not misunderstand, Mundilfaeri loves all of his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and siblings. He just can’t help himself when it comes to the idea of time. He wants to tinker with it, manipulate it, pull and push it to see what he can control, and we were the pieces he used to do it. As one of the initial elementals his inquisitiveness had no boundaries. This was his nature. It was hard to remember that, however, when he set Nótt to be the keeper of night and I of the dawn. Our time together is so limited that we have had no other children. It would not be fair. Instead, we appreciate those moments and hold them close to our hearts when we cannot be together. I watch over our son and welcome him home every dusk even as she must leave. It is only during eclipses that mother and son can have time together. I do my best to share his adventures and accomplishments so she is able to feel closer to him. I miss my lover, my mate. I know that at the end of all things we will have the chance to be with one another again, but that is small comfort in our lonely bed. Now we meet for brief flashes of time between when she ends one journey and begins another. When I throw wide the doors to announce the coming of dawn I do so to show our son the path to ride ahead, but also to celebrate the precious moments when I can take my love in my arms and share with her all that is in my heart. Good morning!