Vidar (the_silent) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-23 09:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | sol, vidar |
Who: Vidar and Sol
Where: Central Park
When: Monday morning
Warnings: Pending?
New York never sleeps. At all hours of the day and night, something is going on in this massive concrete jungle, and one of the city's more recent arrivals is still trying to accustom himself to it. He moves quietly through Central Park, sticking to areas not quite so populated, nodding occasionally to those brave enough to acknowledge him first, and stopping one in a while to speak with the mounted police units that patrol the area.
He knows most of the horses by name now, after only a few weeks, recognizes mannerisms and temperment, and keeps treats in the pockets of his coat for 'just in case'. Their humans still confound him a little, though, and Vidar keeps his polite conversation to a minimum. Its easier than trying to come up with a topic that doesn't involve berating the mortal for what the Norse god perceives as a slight to the Wild, or the bloodshed he's been involved in over the centuries.
Of course, this particular morning, he seems to be in a good mood on his walk. It could be the ice cream cone he's eating.