Ragna

Ragna does not speak loudly.

You will not hear her call across the trees or clap her hands for attention. Instead, you may notice the soft scatter of seeds falling from her fingertips, or the quiet rustle of leaves where she has just passed. Beauty often follows her—but rarely announces itself.

She walks the forest paths of Østmarka with watchful eyes and patient care. Though she is not the elder of the Ruby Council—that honor belongs to Dag—Ragna is often its quiet voice of wisdom. She sees what is missing. A glen too bare. A clearing too quiet. A stretch of earth waiting for color. From the satchel at her side, she draws the seeds she has gathered and sprinkles them where they are most needed, trusting time to do the rest.

Her crown is woven of twigs, and it changes with the seasons. In spring and summer it blooms with tender green and blossoms. In autumn it turns to gold and rust. In winter it stands bare, traced with frost and delicate crystals of ice. Ragna does not fear the turning of seasons. She understands that rest is part of growth.

Ragna is a member of the Ruby Council and the Keeper of Seeds. She knows that strength is not only built in stone—it is grown in soil. She whispers ideas where others give commands. It was Ragna who planted the thought in Anne’s dream, guiding her to protect her young garden when spring rains threatened the fragile sprouts. Not by force—but by foresight.

To learn from Ragna is to learn that all things need time, space, and nourishment to grow. That beauty is often planted quietly. That patience is not passive—it is purposeful.

If a forgotten corner suddenly blooms…
If an idea takes root where none had been before…
If something small grows stronger than you expected…

That will be Ragna.