Who: Sif and Sigrun What: Checking up on the emotionally volatile Viking woman When: Saturday afternoon Where: The Viking encampment Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Sif had given Sigrun time. She knew that Sigrun needed it, that she was hardly going to want to be bothered for a while. And she completely understood that. She had her own ways of grieving, and she had grieved for the loss of her own, but now was the time to tend to others. Which meant Sigrun. Which meant going straight to the Viking encampment, because it was where so many retreated lately, and it was precisely where Sigrun would turn to. It was where the woman was most of the time, anyway.
But Sif didn't just want to check up on her friend and near-sister, she wanted to cheer her up. Or try to, since she knew nothing would fix the problem automatically. Even so, she showed up with something, a ridiculous toy that would hopefully make Sigrun smile.
Sif had been on Earth long enough to pick up the sense of humor. It was spotty, sometimes, but it was there.
It didn't take her long to find Sigrun once she got to the encampment. And she just approached slowly, because starting a grieving Viking was somewhere on her top five list of bad ideas.