hearing voices through the walls
seasonal prompt/open if you want it
02-24-2022, 09:34 PM
Unusual, tense, but at least they do their best... together. The pair is a strange one, and they'd be the first to admit it. Still, Sanngriðr didn't doubt that they owed much of their success in escaping to Iðunn. Without the priestess, the healer by their side, it was unlikely they would have made it out okay. Complicated as their relationship is, Sanngriðr doesn't underestimate the woman. She knew better. They both knew better. What could be the far away hint of a smile plays in her eyes, but it's brief. Though they don't always like each other, there's a love that cannot be argued. Watching the priestess open the creature spread before them on the grass was an interesting task. Gorey, yes, but fascinating none the less. The valkyrie's eyes go wide as she studies the inside of the creature, seeing it laid open in the sunlight. What on earth? No, there was no world in which it was edible, but this is something far stranger? Though her attention on the lynx is rapt, she wonders what the priestess would make of it. Was this another one of her omens? Was this a sign from their gods? Sanngriðr didn't know what to think. The crystals were anchored upon the bones, something that she'd made note of while fighting the creature. It was a strange sight, and there's concern. If this was one of the predators here, did the disease come from the prey? Was it big cat specific? Her forehead drew, crumpled slightly. "What do you make of it?" The question came quietly. Did this spell danger? How was Sanngriðr to know, at this rate? SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |