EN (English)Younger Futhark
Kaun is a sore, and both Norse poems mean it plainly: the Icelandic calls it the house of rotting flesh. This week something surfaces that has been left alone for a while: a conversation postponed, a cost nobody itemised, a hurt that was covered over rather than cleaned. It may already be larger than it was when you decided to leave it. The rune's point is timing. A sore found early is a nuisance and one found late is a different problem, so look this week rather than next. Raise the thing you have been calling too small to mention. If it turns out to be nothing, you have lost an awkward ten minutes. If it does not, you have caught it while it can still be handled.
