we are the storm and the wicked inside
Iðunn
01-10-2022, 09:28 PM
She picked up on the insistence of a new home, and that gave her a lot to think about. It also gave her some hope, that he would thrive better here where as a group they could decide what they wanted their home to be like, rather than falling back to what they were taught. She'd bring that up with Sanngriðr when they next saw each other, and perhaps it would give her cousin some relief to know that Víðarr seemed to be doing well here away from their parents and superiors. "I like that idea," she said as she watched him begin to scrape at the hare's hide with his teeth. Once properly cleaned up it could be useful to pack her herbs into so she could carry them around more easily, or perhaps to lay upon soft moss to make one of their beds even more comfy to lay upon. So many decisions just for a simple hare pelt, compared to the countless amount that would need to be made once they structured their new home into a more orderly affair than just their ragtag bunch of escapists. That was a burden Iðunn was glad she did not carry, but her cousin seemed more than up to the task of doing it. To hear that he didn't think of home often was... somewhat reassuring, if she had to be honest. It meant he likely wasn't thinking over the specifics as to why the group left without a word. That knowledge should also be passed onto Sanngriðr, more for peace of mind than anything. Their gazes met at his voicing of missing the festivals, and she hummed softly in agreement, the right corner of her mouth lifting up in a small smile. Yes, the festivals had been a highlight back home, and something they surely needed to keep going here. "We should continue the festivals here, then." Even if they were slightly altered, Iðunn was sure it would bring some happiness to the group as a whole, and give each of them something to look forward to. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish