LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr would wonder at Inga's story and eye the dancing fires in the sky, the bifrost? He could remember the story as a child and he could remember running as fast as he could and jumping as if he could land upon the bridge and visit the gods. They seemed close but he knew they were very, very far away. Lynd grinned as he glanced at Stori. "That's a good question. I bet Odin would. They say he disguises himself frequently as a wandering mortal who flits from pack to pack. His ravens Hugin and Munin are surely scouting about the earth." His gaze landed on Balthazaar and Branwen who turned to stare at him quietly before Balthazaar let loose a croaking laugh. "That's right furlings! You better watch what you say. Why I happen to be descended from Munin, it's true!" Lynd grinned at the raven before turning back to Inga.
