Their bellies full, and the day done, the God-Prince Ultyr picked out a spot to settle in. He let her gather her sticks and wood and watched her build the small fire. She was certainly far more useful than his father had any idea about. Such a waste to just use and discard her.
He watched her take apart the twigs with a measured eye. Despite her half-blindness and torn voicebox, she had knowledge.
He watched her take her book and fit the charcoal into the stick. He got up, nonchalantly, and sighed as he plopped himself back down around her. Both to shield her from the chill and wind and also to blatantly look over her shoulder. His early years were spent with many tutors, who taught him as much as they could from archeology to zoology. He could see she was marking the stars and seasons. She had an idea about something and she was working it out.
"You've noticed the seasons..." He mused, leaning back and giving her more room to think and draw. He cast his thoughts to the seasons as well. They hadn't been here long but their stint on the Bifrost had him musing also. The heat was impenetrable here, and the chill from the south was nigh on deadly. What with so much prey moving northward.
He pondered if seasons were always so extreme here.
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