Kapras?us swore he heard the gentle thrumming of Thor's heart in the very earth, a dull reminder of why he was here and what his purpose was on this earth. To serve -- to worship without abandon. The dull throbbing of pain in his lame paw was enough reminder that he had once strayed from the gods, and that he needed to turn his sights to them once again, fully and completely. He felt soothed by his mother's warmth as she pulled him close, and he felt his tense muscles relax, his head burying into her thick fur. Svanerna's tongue caressed his ear, and he felt himself pressing harder against her.
Her inquiries came quickly, as he had expected. She wanted to know where Jaeger was and if he was okay. Slowly, hesitantly, he would let her pull away, his green eyes full of fire and adoration for his mother. He knew now that the rumors of her relations with Jaeger were true, and yet he was just as surprised to not feel poorly towards her because of it. He craved his brother so badly himself, and he knew such feeling could only be pure and holy, despite how others looked down upon them. He wanted to know why she had left; if she had been chased away by the others, or if she has simply left of her own accord.
"Ich habe gesehen, Jaeger," he told her carefully, his words quivering slightly. It pained him to be away from his kin for so long. "Aber er will nicht bei mir bleiben." Why, he did not know -- but he believed it was the gods testing his resolve, toying with his patience and seeing how truly devoted he was to them. "Ich war in Ordnung. Nur einsam. Ich vermisse es, mit anderen wie uns. Diejenigen, die glauben." He had heard talk of gods, but they were never the true gods, the Aesir and the Vanir.
"Aber was ist mit euch, meine sch?ne Mutter?" His head would tilt, a smile playing at his features. "Haben sie jagen Sie aus? Du riechst nach einer Packung immer noch .." He wouldn't ask her whether the rumors were true -- just as she had not asked him if he had seen what truly had happened to Einvir and Freyleif. It might always be the elephant in the room, the little bit of uncomfortable ground that would separate them, a question that did not need to be answered.
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