“I wasn't aware,” Bragi admitted. His expression became momentarily thoughtful. He tilted his head a little to the side, but then a sly sort of half grin appeared before it gradually turned into a bright private smile. “But I don't know about the rest of it,” he said, “You could be judging that tree goddess too quickly. Maybe she has more merit than you think.”
Her gaze had turned to the road, but Bragi's stayed on her. He'd seen the road. It was empty. Her hand remained on his arm, and they were still walking together but she wasn't physically there in the same way anymore. She was trying to build another wall in Asgard. Bragi didn't know why, but it made him sad. He didn't love the wall they had already, and in his heart, Bragi knew this wall was much worse.
Apples. How perfect. “I love apples. I'd love to see it one day,” Bragi said. What he really wanted to see was the apple maiden in the apple orchard. The reality might be even better than the mental picture, and Bragi wanted to see what color the apples were. It was a clue though. And a good one. Bragi felt sure he could find her with it if he really tried. If she finished her wall, he would just have to climb it. Bragi had warned her that he could climb, after all. “I care for people” Bragi told her, “well I greet them and talk to them. That's mostly what I'm asked to do. I also attend long meetings, compose music and poetry, and chronicle the adventures of my brothers and father.” He shook his head. “I'd probably do all that if I weren't asked anyway.”
Bragi returned her soft smile with one of his own. That was quite the question. He blinked. “A full one,” Bragi said, “That's the important thing. As to what I'd like a journey filled with, it depends on the journey. It's certainly a broad question. Perhaps you should answer it fully first so that I know what kind of an answer you're looking for.”