I'll share in your suffering

Iðunn · 12-29-2021, 01:22 AM

Sanngriðr was quiet, almost oddly so for the more fiery woman, but there were intense emotions and feelings attached to their words as they spoke, offering up just a slice of their intimate thoughts to each other. Iðunn was quite a secretive wolf, not often sharing her thoughts aloud except when prompted, or in the rare cases when she felt the desire to do so, but it was nice, in a way, to speak so openly with her cousin. Their relationship wasn't the smoothest, and there were definitely some tumultuous moments between them, but in the end they were on the same side, and that gave them something to hold onto to keep their relationship stable.
Her cousin spoke, but her focus was on the trees beyond, even as Iðunn continued to stare intently at her. A soft noise passed her lips as Sanngriðr mentioned her mother, not quite a sigh, not quite a gasp. Her cousins mother had been an exceptional wolf, an inspiration to all the young girls back home that they could be as fierce a warrior as any, to which Sanngriðr had taken after wholly in spirit and tenacity. The woman had been taken from them too early, but Iðunn didn't see it as sad, for clearly Óðinn had needed the strength and cunning of a legendary warrior in another realm to have taken her so swiftly and unannounced. He always had a plan for them, even if he didn't reveal it to his followers, and she would never question his decisions on who passed on to fight on in Valhalla, or beyond in another realm. She knew her cousin viewed faith differently, and so bit down on her tongue to stop herself from saying what she wanted. She didn't want to anger her cousin, and so kept quiet as she sent off a silent prayer in her mind to Óðinn that he was making good use of Sanngriðr's mother's skills as a fierce warrior, wherever he had taken her to.
Her cousin's next words were filled with a much greater intensity, almost startling so, and Iðunn's ears twitched back momentarily at the sudden chance of atmosphere between them. The air was thick with unspoken words and feelings, and had she been a thin-skinned wolf she might have caved to the pressure and said all the things she wanted to, but she kept a firm hold on it all. There was a time and a place to relieve oneself of all that, and this was not that, not here with a cousin who, even after a year of running with, she was only really letting her walls down around.
"Is Viðarr?" Her brother held a much softer spot in her heart, for he shared her own strong connection to their faith and religion that the others didn't seem to have as much. She knew he wasn't aware of what was really happening back home, none of the others knew, and Sanngriðr had been very explicit in making sure she didn't tell them, accidentally or not. But it did make her wonder if the rest of her cousins were as happy with being suddenly whisked away in the night off to live in a strange world, away from everything they had ever known.

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