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*Sanngriðr* · 02-06-2022, 02:39 AM

Sanngriðr can’t help but be surprised at just how quickly her brother answered the question. Usually one to take his time before speaking and really think things through… was be being rash? She took a moment to look at the shadow. Really look at him. Studying the curve of his face, and the way that the light caught and changed in the broad planes. The thing about Víðarr, he’d creased his face with worry long before his time. Over the last year, the idea that they might be tracked had taken a toll on him (only because it had taken a toll on her, but Sanngriðr was oblivious to that fact), and it had aged him prematurely. Here, it seemed that much of that tension had unraveled. He looked… well. He looked genuinely well.

Maybe it wasn’t a rash response after all.

Even more surprising, he turned the question back on her. Sanngriðr had been the caretaker for so long, putting her own needs and happiness last. It was her duty, as the older sister. It was her duty as the one that had dragged them all on this trip in the first place. It was her duty as the expedition leader. But he’d taken the time to ask, and Sanngriðr would tell him.

“Yes, surprisingly.” The valkyrie spoke quietly, her gaze flickering back to her work on the hnefatafl set. Too much eye contact was bad for you, she’d decided. Too prolonged… you’d see things that you didn’t want to. You’d see dangerous things, and she didn’t want that. Beside her brother, she was at peace. At rest. As well as Sanngriðr knew him, she figured that there would be a question coming sooner rather than later.

SANNGRIÐR
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