Bragi had spent his morning on the Bifrost bridge. Since yesterday, there had been a lot of new developments. He had found an epiphany in the epiphany tree, and while Bragi was not sure he would find that epiphany again, it had already effected his life dramatically anyway. He was now headed down a different path, and while he had a destination in mind, he wasn't quite sure that this path would take him there. It filled him with a sort of giddy excitement, and fear, along with the mixture of sadness and conflicting emotions that came with leaving the old path. The old path hadn't been a bad path at all. Bragi felt all of these things, and more, but most of all, he felt hopeful. Unknown destination or no, this path felt much more right beneath his feet than the other one did.
Bragi told Heimdall about yesterday and all of those things and more in great detail. Ever since Heimdall had first let him in, Bragi had felt a strong bond with the guard. He didn't have an easy time reading the watchman, but Bragi could feel that it was there all the same. Even if it didn't necessarily look like it. Whenever Bragi wanted to sort things through, he headed to the Bifrost bridge. Besides, having an audience that cannot leave their post no matter how long you talk to them is always a plus. Even without all his watching and observing, Heimdall would know everything about Bragi's life anyway.
With Heimdall updated, and the weight of information off of his chest, Bragi started heading back in the early afternoon. He was in no hurry. It was a nice day, and to celebrate new paths that could lead anywhere, Bragi decided to take the long way home down the back roads. He wasn't worried about getting lost. He knew the roads and where they led, and all the ideal spots to stop a long the way. Bragi expected to walk slowly and get lost in his own thoughts. He expected to stop at the big rock that sort of looked like Thor's hammer if you squinted and tilted your head a little, and play some music there before continuing. He expected to take in the scenery and maybe leave the path for a meadow or two on the way.
He did not expect to come face to face with the same epiphany that sent him to Heimdall in the first place, happily picking wild flowers without a care in the world. Perhaps he hadn't paid close enough attention the first time. She was glorious in white. Bragi smiled. Then he looked around to make sure there weren't any birds in the area before he approached her.
“Oh good. You're here.” He spoke as though he had always expected her to be. As though they were at a busy party and she was a dear friend who had stepped outside of the room for a second to get some air and had now returned to be filled in on what she had missed. This was common practice to Bragi. He preferred to greet people he knew as if they had never left. In his mind, they hadn't. He didn't start believing in true partings until much later. “I'm on my way back now but I'm not in any rush. I'd be glad to walk with you awhile if you'd like to walk with me.”