Who: Geirmarr, Huginn and Muninn [Open to Freyr] When: Wednesday afternoon Where: New York Public Library Warnings: TBD, doubtful
He had come into the city with Freyr, since the Vanir has business to attend to and Geirmarr was not really one to be left alone on the farm just yet. He had tried to follow the God with his daily chores around the city, but when yesterday afternoon rolled around and once more he found himself frightened and wanting to hide in the hotel suite, it was time to find another activity for his stay here.
Which brought him to now. Curled in one corner, with a number of reference books sprawled across the polished wooden table in front of him, the wolf held his legs to his chest and quietly flipped through the large glossy pages of the history book open in front of him, chewing at the thumb nail of the hand not occasionally reaching to turn the page. He was trying to catch up, you see, having never truly been exposed to humanity, and thrown in the middle of it in this age, there was so very much he had yet to digest and comprehend. Finding this place was a godsend, as it seemed, everything he needed to know, or ever wanted to know, was at his fingertips.