| Glory Days (Open to anyone in Asgard) |
[20 Aug 2008|04:35am] |
It had been a long time since Hermod had last been home; two or three months at least. Frigg was probably starting to miss him by now. He knew he had to make seeing his mother a top priority, but their were other there that he wanted to see as well. He would have to figure out who he wanted to see the most and go from there. He had until he crossed the Bifrost Bridge before he had to decide anyway. So all he really had to do to put off that decision was to cross the bridge slowly.
( Who was he trying to kid? )
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| A Promise Kept (tag: Sigyn) |
[20 Aug 2008|01:34pm] |
Two weeks had passed since Bast had come to her home for help. It had eventually turned out to be a pleasant day for the mother and daughter. They spent much of the day just lounging about, once Bast had recovered from her injuries, and enjoyed a good deal of pleasant conversation, plenty of wine, and several bowls of Cocoa Puffs (of which Isis flat out refused to partake in).
She'd had a rude awakening, learning her daughter had first chosen another person for comfort before herself, but she tried to put herself in Bast's shoes and see it for what it was. At least she went to someone even her mother trusted. All in all, she could see why Kitten would have gone to Bes first, and understood that at least part of it was to avoid worrying her mother, something else the Queen could understand.
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| Birth - [ Open ] |
[20 Aug 2008|08:12pm] |
The sun that shone down upon the land illuminated every nook and cranny that morning. Dew glistened upon leaves and blades of grass, giving the earth the scent of rebirth. Epona stepped onto the grass with gentle steps, her simple brown skirt trailed behind her as she walked through the empty field. Caerwyn followed close behind the goddess, whinnying softly and shaking her mane to release the moisture from it. Epona looked over her shoulder, smiling at her faithful companion with nothing but love and kindness.
“We will find her,” Epona said. Her voice resonated confidence as she continued toward the grove of trees in the distance. The goddess and her mount had spent most of their night under the light of the moon, chasing it to the furthest horizon before the sun peered over the edge of the land. It was then that Epona had sensed something amiss with a pregnant mare in her herd, and she and Caerwyn rushed back to the orchard to tend to it. But the mare was gone, having left the others in order to foal on her own.
( The goddess worried if only because it was much too early for the foaling. )
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| A Bad Influence [tag: Kratos, Ninkasi] |
[20 Aug 2008|09:22pm] |
Every hammering glass against the counter top rang inside of his ears. Dimly lit surroundings cast no shining light on the reasons for why he was here. He was here for the same reasons all of the time, even if the place changed its name or its patrons. It never changed its menu, and for that reason he always came whenever the urge called him towards the brightly lit signs—signs displaying what they had to offer within the comfort of their walls. The monotony that was his life became utterly known to him in those moments when he gave into cravings no better than the ones suffered by belligerent mortal alcoholics.
( However, it passed away the time nicely. )
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