Writing my poems for the few

After reuniting with cousin Víðarr it was time to do some more exploration. Her goal was to spend as much time away from the desert as she could. The vast expanses of sand had little to offer thus far and she enjoyed slightly less cruel environments when it came to solo expeditions. Thus, the Viking babe found herself in the midst of the Willows. The droopy trees were a sight for sore eyes and provided shade from the sun. The shade, in addition to the autumn breeze, brought a small smile across her inky lips.

Thyri moved along the the pond, allowing her eyes to sweep across the landscape. Her goal was to merely take in the beauty and maybe find a snack while she was at it. But, as a certain scent made it's way to her nose those plans disipated. Blue eyes sharpened as her heart raced a tad. Iðunn? Was she truly blessed enough to happen upon her kin with such ease? Thyri parted her lips and allowed that familiar scent to fall upon her tongue. Confirmation swept through her and the gal began her search.

After following the scent along the bank of the large pond her eyes finally feasted upon the sight of her cousin. A smile swept across her lips and she trotted forward. "Iðunn!"Thyri only had distant memory of the auburn gal since the last time she'd seen the older Trygg was when she'd been rather young. But, the memory was there and she was more then glad to reunite with someone of her own blood. Thyri slowed to a stop and swished her tail idly. "What are the odds?"