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?"
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Thyri was pleased to have happened upon her cousin. She had always looked up to her older cousins and siblings. Being one of the youngest members of the family she had many to idolize. - Blue eyes ran across the delightfully warm details of Iðunn's facial features and a smile stained her own inky lips. It was quite nice to come to these new lands and be met immediately with familiar faces. As her cousin mentioned how blessed they were the monochromatic girl dipped her head down in a nod of agreement, "Indeed they do, cousin." There was no doubt they were guided to one another. The next question caused Thyri to think for a moment. How long had it been? Thyri made it a point to travel nice and slow. She wanted to stop and explore, hunt, and meet others along the way. She wanted to take in everything the journey had to offer and learn about the world. Being so young, the pilgrimage was her first time traveling so far from their homeland, alone at that. "A season and a half, I believe." Her grin thickened, "I took my time." She cocked her head to the side, "How long have you been here? Do you have any plans?" She was honestly curious to see if her family had plans of setting up shop here, claiming a pack and what not. Thyri was youthful and impatient, ready to take on these new lands.
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Thyri had regard and faith in the Gods but was definitely not as pious as some of her other family members. Though, when around those that were she did try to make an effort. Perhaps it was some sort of guilt or just the need to appease her elders. Nevertheless she would not forsake her religion, the babe was merely young with more interest in the physical realm. Two answers came from the elder Trygg's mouth and Thyri raised a brow, "I found Víðarr not too long ago. He was further West, within the depths of the desert." Perhaps it really was a blessing from the Gods that Thyri met Iðunn on this day. To pass along the message leading to her cousins reuniting. "He spoke of joining a pack named Ethyria in the West. I've not made my mind up if I wish to follow yet." The younger babe furrowed her brow, "I am not in favor of the sand." Perhaps it was a childish reason to not join the pack but it was her truth.
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