Thoughts telling me I'm lost getting too loud

Iðunn · 12-30-2021, 08:58 PM

The bird was swift to fly down and settle on the carcass, speaking of millipedes and blueberries, and an ooze. The latter caught her attention, and her ears flicked forward curiously. What was this ooze she spoke of? From the sound of it, it hadn't been good if the bird was trying to escape it. Maybe she'd take a quick gander southward to see this ooze for herself, if it was still around. "Is this ooze dangerous?" She wanted to know at least that before she made any plans to venture closer to where it was.
Iðunn then watched silently as the bird began to eat away at the last remaining scraps of meat, setting aside a pile of bits that apparently weren't as edible for birds. Well she'd make use them; maybe dry them out to use for something nice to gnaw on, perhaps to keep Róta occupied and away from her offerings. She studied Aster closely with a keen gaze, considering the offer for the bird to be a lookout of sorts. It was tempting, but alas she wasn't about to travel too far south, and certainly not on such short notice.
"Perhaps. But only to scout out any dangers." Her family had set up near the wall, and they were content to stick to the northern region where it was cool enough, as when summer came around they'd get too hot, having grown up far to the north where it was always icy cold weather. "Are you alone in your travels?" There was a glint in her eyes now, as if Aster had no fellow companions of her own, then she would make a good offering to the old gods for a blessing to keep her safe and untouched from any dangers when she did head southward. The blue bird would be a far greater sacrifice than a mere rabbit or chipmunk, as birds were far harder to catch, and so were considered a greater prize.

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