blod, jord och stjärneglans
02-02-2022, 04:34 PM
Sanngriðr reached out with a paw and swatted her brother (hard, for a gesture meant to be playful) on the nose. He’d made the decision to call the dog… fish. Somehow it didn’t surprise her. Boys. In time, the valkyrie would find something more fitting to call the creature. For now… well, she supposed Fisk would do. She supposed. A begrudging supposition. They slip back into silence, though Iðunn’s question still weighed heavy on her mind. She’d asked if it seemed Víðarr was happy here. Though a relatively closed book, the valkyrie would like to think so. Still, she hadn’t gotten a chance to talk it over with the priestess, and the conversation had fallen by the wayside. Had she and the shadow even gotten a chance to speak? Hm. It’s Sanngriðr that breaks the silence this time, finally turning to fix her brother with a (likely unsettling) amber gaze. “Are you happy here?” How much does a valkyrie weight? Apparently, enough to break the ice. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |