Re: We fear nights and death.
His king had learned that his daughter was living on Asgard and she'd not reacted happily to the news. In Orrin's experience, gods and goddesses had many offspring, a lot of which who were never claimed. It was a harsh truth. But Freyr had thought he'd been doing the best for her... that had to count for something, did it not?
The centaur's tail swished as a memory flashed into his mind, unbidden. Inky hair, eyes the color of a stormy sky...Lici. Her little smile could melt the coldest of hearts. He blinked a few times and stamped a back hoof to drive the memory away for a time.
His blue eyes were earnest and a little sad as he looked at Freyr. "She's in pain, Freyr," he said quietly, his deep voice was solemn as he moved to rest a hand on the red haired man's shoulder briefly. "Healing that kind of pain takes time." He gave him a small smile, assuring smile. "Let us hope not a lifetime." "But you should follow your heart, whatever it tells you to do."