I'll share in your suffering

Iðunn

Iðunn much preferred to speak in her native tongue, finding the lilt and style of it comforting, and the syllables rolled easily off her tongue. Not like the common tongue with its harsher consonants and sounds that she had yet to master yet, and had no intention of ever doing. It was an almost barbaric language in comparison, and if anyone was annoyed at her thick accent she'd tell them to learn a second language and try and sound as fluent as a native speaker. It wasn't an easy feat, which is why she was glad her cousin was happy to converse with her like they had back home, liking not having to think about the words before she spoke.
She let out a soft hum of agreement at the statement. Yes, it was. This place was not all too different from the lands back home, if a little warmer than what she was used to, but as long as they didn't stray too far south it would be alright. Any further and she would daresay they'd overheat come the summer months. She made no further attempt at speaking, instead allowing the silence to stretch on between them, content to simply observe as they lay down together. Words weren't always necessary in her mind, sometimes it was just enough to simply exist in close proximity to the others.
When Sanngriðr spoke up again, she let out a soft sigh, almost physically feeling the weight of the meaning behind the question. Of course she missed home, it was where she had opened her religious connection with the old gods for the first time, and where she grew up surrounded by her family. She missed the comfort of knowing everyone, what they did day in and day out, and the safety that came with being at home. Out here there was danger at every corner, and only time would tell if they would be successful in making a new home for themselves.
She took a few moments to think over her words, mulling over what to say to her cousin. Iðunn deeply missed being able to pray with the rest of the priests and priestesses, and there would be no feeling or occasion that could ever match what she had felt when they harmonised their voices and desires in an attempt to communicate with the old gods. Here she was alone, more alone than the others could think, for she felt almost cut off from the others. They didn't understand the connection she had to the Gods and Goddesses, not like her fellow Blótgyðiur had. But it simply was for the best, for even her deep faith did not blind her to the line her family had decided to cross in their attempt to please the old gods.
"Yes," she finally said, now lifting her head to look at Sanngriðr, an even more serious expression on her face than normal. "I think about it every day... but I believe we made the right decision in leaving." Iðunn stared at her cousin, ears twitching forward as she settled into her new position. "Do you?" She knew her cousin didn't have the same level of faith that she did, being the more cynical wolf of the group, and wondered what her cousin missed about home, not that she was about to ask. Perhaps some things were better left unsaid and unasked, lest the answer reveal something that was best left unknown.

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